The last thing that flashed through his fading thoughts was something vague. The sound of the sea he had never seen. The purring of a cat he couldn’t adopt. His wife whose face had not yet been marred by fatigue. He was sixteen again. Spring had come.
> В попытке съебаться от встречи с Бароном, Латиль спиздил уличную кошку. Теперь у нас есть кошка и её зовут Рыба > Законнектился по ворчащим вайбам с эмо-сыном Барона
“Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please.”