After Death

“Yes, me,” Dael agreed quietly.

Flavia sighed. Then she stepped closer, put a hand on his shoulder. “We won’t be like this forever. We’re both destined for greater things.”

“Really?” Dael lifted his head, searched her face.

“Really. Things now are complicated, but if we do this right, things will get better, and eventually we’ll be free of everything.”

Dael remembered the murmurs and groans of the men packed onto that ship with them, as they tossed on the waves and fell further and further from home.

“We’ll be free of everything when we’re dead.”

“There is life after death.”