I feel him within me. The brush of his mind has an almost physical touch. There are no words, the communication we share is too powerful, too complete to be encompassed by letters and sounds. His emotions flow through me, familiar, reassuring and as real to me as my own. He loves without restraint. He delights in the new and takes comfort in the familiar. He shares with me his passion and his peace. I know his spirit, soon I will see his face, hold him in my arms and watch as Will meets his son. Our son. Imzadi's child.

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