Life Feeds on Life
by feldman
He strokes her cheek, soft and warm as only life can be. The meat part of his head aches from her fist; nothing compared to the anger in his heart.
To think that he felt such joy when he came to and followed her blissful stare. When he saw Aeryn Sun swaying on her own feet like a newborn animal and realized that they'd somehow midwived her back into the world.
To think he didn't notice how the steady pulse beat of Zhaan's spirit against his had turned thready and sore.
To think that she used him to kill herself.