[open] But you have stars in your eyes and I have something missing [Any]

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you He tallies his kills in this shape: five. Two of them remain dead - the brown stallion from the Field and the white mare from Islandres. Three are living still, healed or self-healing, and at the thought of that majority, Gale begins to frown. Why had he brought her back? She had not been especially important to Gale, who considers everyone he meets a dear friend. But his blue host had managed to hide memories of her as he had of others, so perhaps she had been closer than most. The Curse narrows his blue lightning eyes, but despite his silent inspection of the starry mare he finds no outward hint as to her worth. He is not sure why she is alive, but no good will come of telling her the truth. “I wasn’t finished with you yet,” he says instead, and smiles in the face of her cold anger and slowly folding wings. Surely she has thought of other things he could have done to her, and he is hopeful that images of them linger in her mind. She asks what he wants, and rather than face the fact that he doesn’t know, that the answer isn’t a simple: slaughter her, he asks: “Do they feel any different? Your stars, I mean.” He shows her his for a moment - soft, blue, not nearly so bright as her own. “I think I missed some of them earlier.” Perhaps he’ll take them now, suggests the tilt of his head.

@Ciri