Her smile softens when he speaks, a note of sadness in the gentle way her thoughts brush up against him when they come again. “I’m sorry.” She says the words and means them. Not that she feels any blame for him being taken from his home but she is at least a little saddened by the presence of pain in his life - that he might have found peace there.
She never wanted him to be in pain, not from the first time they met and he could not so much as look at her. She just also had not wanted to diminish herself to ease his pain - surely there must be a world where they can coexist. Light and dark and both strong because of and in spite of the other.
Beyza can feel whatever is inside her like a black hole, small but present and decidedly Other, and it encourages her to speak. To give a voice to all the wild and wonderful and terrible thoughts that followed her back from death.
How does she tell him that she carries a piece of his home within her, that she will gift it to him when she is ready? Is it out of kindness she wants to share that information or a selfish desire to tether herself to him with another thread, just one more thing they have in common?
“If I knew how to send you back, I would.” A lie, but a kind one. “But…” She trails off for a moment, picking her words carefully as she regards him with her unblinking gaze - tilting her head just slightly to the side. “What if your home comes here instead?”
