>>6259842
You hold his hand. His grip is icy, but the warmth that Simo has given you never came from any place that could be touched by blades or bullets.

the warmth in his hand comes from no place upon this accursed earth nor any other

the warmth comes from that space between those gold specks

the specks that are too small to hold any data

only relay a signal between each other

a signal that's unassailable

a signal relayed beyond the reach of all things material

it cannot be measured or perceived or created or destroyed

only felt and fostered and grown by a human soul

when you first felt love, you felt his and he felt yours in perfect attunement

this warmth in his cold and weak grip does not come from a place of the things that are real like your vessel of flesh or the pangs of hunger or the inevitability of death

it comes from the only place warmth could ever really come from

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