The night passed quietly.
Neo did not know when it began or how long it lasted, but at some point, he found himself lying with his head resting on Elizabeth's lap.
She did not speak much.
She did not interrupt him either.
Her fingers moved slowly through his hair, steady and warm, as if she had all the time in the world. Neo spoke in a low voice, sometimes stopping in the middle of a sentence, sometimes going on longer than he meant to.
He talked about Tartarus.
He talked about what came after her death.
About how empty everything had felt when the Eternals made their first move, and how the dreadful it felt when he slowly began to lose memories of people.
He talked about Voraka Site, about returning to Earth, about the fight with the Universal Alliance and the Ancient Dragons. He spoke about Ultris, about choices that could not be taken back, and finally about Julie.
Some words were spoken with anger.
Some with regret.
