Like a Whisper, She Was Gone.

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I could see the viewscreen. I could see my best friend Cassie. Jake. Marco, funny Marco. Ax. Tobias. He had morphed. He was his human self once more. He’d done that for me. And because he was crying. I understood. Humans cry, hawks don’t. “I love you,” I said to the screen. And oh, god, how could so much regret and so much sweetness and so much sadness all be present in that single moment? I was already dead and missing my unlived life. I was already dead and Tobias was mourning. I tried to smile. For him. The polar bear said, < You fight well, human.> Then he killed me with a single blow. I wanted so much to live. I wanted so much to stay and not to leave. In a moment, no answer would matter to me, but just the same, I wanted to know what I guess any dying person wants to know. “Answer this, Ellimist: Did I…did I make a difference? My life, and my…my death…was I worth it? Did my life really matter?” “Yes,” he said. “You were brave. You were strong. You were good. You mattered.” “Yeah. Okay, then. Okay, then.” I wondered if –

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