“Then she said, “You go on. You just go on. There’s nothing more to it, and there’s no trick to make…”
“Then she said, “You go on. You just go on. There’s nothing more to it, and there’s no trick to make it easier. You just go on.”
“What do you find on the other side? When you go on?”
She shrugged. “Your life again. What else?”
“Is that a promise?”
She picked up a pebble, fingered it, and tossed it into the water. The moon-lines bloomed and danced. “It’s an inevitability. No trick. No choice. You just go on.””
– Lois McMaster Bujold, Memory (via ladyherenya)
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