[Prior points out the Angel - they have to walk up to and past his past self to see her properly, the darkest part of the night.]
She's an angel. Bethesda. Winged stone, too heavy to ever take off and yet she's an instrument of flight, hovering forever between earth and heaven. Memorials like these, angels, they commemorate dying, but they're eternal - though statuary. This one is said to have touched earth thousands of years ago with just the tip of one immortal foot, and from that place a healing well sprang, in which all who were sick in mind and body could go to be cleansed of their suffering.
[He takes a few steps forward - and almost trips. The limp's returned without warning.]
But that fountain doesn't exist anymore. Neither does this one, does it? And over there with me? That's Stefano Anelli. He died, two years after this. I remember now, he was one of the first I knew. We only spent this one night and -
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[Prior points out the Angel - they have to walk up to and past his past self to see her properly, the darkest part of the night.]
She's an angel. Bethesda. Winged stone, too heavy to ever take off and yet she's an instrument of flight, hovering forever between earth and heaven. Memorials like these, angels, they commemorate dying, but they're eternal - though statuary. This one is said to have touched earth thousands of years ago with just the tip of one immortal foot, and from that place a healing well sprang, in which all who were sick in mind and body could go to be cleansed of their suffering.
[He takes a few steps forward - and almost trips. The limp's returned without warning.]
But that fountain doesn't exist anymore. Neither does this one, does it? And over there with me? That's Stefano Anelli. He died, two years after this. I remember now, he was one of the first I knew. We only spent this one night and -
[He laughs, something short and scared.]
I think I'm ready to go, now.