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Rest, Sweet Triskit, rest, I whispered in his soft, warm ear. Just for this brief time between the last breath here and the next breath there. Be still - have no thought, no worry, no pain, no need for anything. Just for one short time. I will stay as you leave - you will hear me. My touch will be the last thing you feel. And when I feel you go, I will leave as well. This place will have only been a portal. Your next breath, there, will be only the beginning. So rest, sweet Triskit. Rest.