"He permitted it once." She whispers.

"Orpheus was so young. He was so afraid, and so very in love."

Has she made it worse? She's given him back his love, and she will be torn from him again.

"We have to persuade him."

"It is a temporary patch for a long standing problem."

She turns her hand and wraps her fingers around his trustingly.

"It matters not who is to blame, what matters is, can we find a way for her to stay?"

"Anpu."

Her hand grasps his sleeve gently.

"Can someone not have a happy ending to their story in this world?"

She knows he speaks the truth, but she is weary of seeing lovers parted.

"I had Hephaestus make a little bracelet for Eurydice..."

Of course.
She will tell him anything.

She's been skating on thin brimstone for a while now.

(Her heart flutters at that little smirk. Can she make him do it again?)

is the rushing of machines and automobiles and electronics. But she breathes in and reaches more deeply, filtering out the superfluous and meaningless. As she concentrates, Atropos begins to feel heartbeats and more.
She hears thoughts and hopes and dreams, fears and regrets.
"I feel them."

"They are like beautiful butterflies."
Fleeting lives. So short compared to his and hers.
Yet, she has asked him, and he is showing her.
Closing her eyes, she relaxes her arm, letting him guide her, reaching out, feeling for what he feels. For what she knows is there.
At first, all she can feel-

"I like to yoga at sunrise, by the ocean."

The conversation is beginning to have a bit of humor to it.
The corner of her mouth twitches.

descend into madness?"

Life. So much life. It is almost too much for her to bear, for she knows she will be called to end each one.

Squeezing his hand, Atropos looks at him, almost in a panic, desperate to ground herself.

"How?"

She whispers.

"How do you walk amongst them, and not fall apart? How do you not-

"It can be. You could..."

She bites her lip, would he want to?

"You could yoga with me."

"You could yoga."

She yogas.

👀

"It's going to learn a thing or two though."

"You think I would be mad at you about The Void?

Or do I get mad at The Void.

I simply won't let it win."

I can't see how I ever could.

No. Why would I?

Just focus on who you are now.