“Don't get up?” asks Edward.
“We do not live in days or weeks or moons, nor even in the cycle of the seasons.” Oak replies.
Fiona forms the words in her mind.
[An apology for what?]
{...what has been done to you...}
“You're apologising for ruining my life?” She gasps a little, realising she has spoken aloud.
Oak pauses to look at her. “I'm sorry, did you say something?”
“No, sorry,” she replies. “Well yes, actually, talking to myself. I can't get used to the silence.”
{...only speak here...we are sorry you were used...}
