[Rex picks up Waver's scent, it mingling with the phantom perfume. The Stoutland lets out a curious little noise, approaching cautiously. The woman's voice continues.]
There's other Swords, Jim. You don't have anything to prove. Not to me.
[The young, male voice responds, as his older self's mouth compresses into a thin, tense line at the broken promise he knows is coming.]
When the baby comes. I promise.
[The tension grows with the words, accompanied by a half-sound, a violin bow pulled slowly over a string tuned to the upper end of human hearing. The note is played so long, so slowly, that it becomes a sort of white noise, a constant half-audible tone. A voice joins in, so much like the man's voice before, but rougher, deeper, and with less of the energy of youth.]
Re: Open
There's other Swords, Jim. You don't have anything to prove. Not to me.
[The young, male voice responds, as his older self's mouth compresses into a thin, tense line at the broken promise he knows is coming.]
When the baby comes. I promise.
[The tension grows with the words, accompanied by a half-sound, a violin bow pulled slowly over a string tuned to the upper end of human hearing. The note is played so long, so slowly, that it becomes a sort of white noise, a constant half-audible tone. A voice joins in, so much like the man's voice before, but rougher, deeper, and with less of the energy of youth.]
Who's there?