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BLACK SAILS, XII

AND THEN, THEY CALLED ME THE MONSTER.

“And He formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed life into his nostrils and man became a living soul. And He beheld all He had created, and He said it was very good. But the Lord beheld the man made in his likeness and He beheld his solitude and He said, ‘It is not good that he is alone.’” And the moral of the story? Everybody needs a partner.

~ Louise Glück

But the closer we got to Savannah, his resistance began to diminish. I couldn’t say why. I wasn’t expecting it. Perhaps he’d finally reached the limits of his physical ability to fight, or perhaps as the promise of seeing Thomas got closer, he grew more comfortable letting go of this man he created in response to his loss, the man whose mind I had come to know so well, whose mind I”d in some ways incorporated into my own. It was a strange experience to see something from it so unexpected. I choose to believe it was because it wasn’t the man I had come to know at all, but the one who existed beforehand waking from a long and terrible nightmare, reorienting to the daylight and the world as it existed before he first closed his eyes, letting the memory of the nightmare fade away.

But the closer we got to Savannah, his resistance began to diminish. I couldn’t say why. I wasn’t expecting it. Perhaps he’d finally reached the limits of his physical ability to fight, or perhaps as the promise of seeing Thomas got closer, he grew more comfortable letting go of this man he created in response to his loss, the man whose mind I had come to know so well, whose mind I’d in some ways incorporated into my own. It was a strange experience to see something from it so unexpected. I choose to believe it was because it wasn’t the man I had come to know at all, but the one who existed beforehand waking from a long and terrible nightmare, reorienting to the daylight and the world as it existed before he first closed his eyes, letting the memory of the nightmare fade away.