“It isn’t. There’s a bridge between the male and female sections of the Baumann center.”
Carol nodded. “Then I have to see. Please.”
“It’s going to be the better part of a day before she arrives.”
Yeah, might have to wait a bit for that one.
Still, I want to see it too. Can we have a final time skip?
“I’ll wait. If I fall asleep, will you please wake me?”
Dragon didn’t venture a goodbye, or any further condolences. Her face disappeared from the screen, replaced by a spinning logo, showing the Guild’s emblem on one side and the Protectorate’s shield on the other.
Because she’s part of both. Though we still hardly know what the Guild even is.
I kinda wish their emblem would be described here. I’m guessing an anvil or a hammer or something like that.
Carol waited patiently for hours, her mind a blank. She couldn’t dwell on the past, or she’d lose her mind. There was nothing in the present, and the future… she couldn’t imagine one. She couldn’t envision being with Mark without Victoria. Couldn’t imagine carrying on life as Brandish.
It sounds like the kids were the ones holding everything together.
And then they fell apart.
Perhaps she would continue filing. Something simpler than criminal law, something lower stress. At least for a little while.
Yeah, sounds good to me.