You - who will bring him the last piece. That he may open the door.
You are important, child. In more ways than you will ever know.
Yours is a special lineage. Past. Present. Future. Many are connected to you.
Juno's words, spoken so very long ago now rang through his mind as Desmond spoke, as some of the answers to his very many questions became clear.
Desmond was his descendant, part of his future lineage, related to him no matter how distantly. How much time had passed between the line that he had come from and the time which Desmond lived? What had taken place? How much had changed? There was suddenly so much that he wanted to know.
This man, this one who stood in front of him now was who Juno had spoken of. The one who needed the last piece. The one who had to open the door. He wondered even now what that had met.
There was a hand being offered and he reached for it, movements slow and steady as skin slipped against skin, warm and very, very real.
"You are who she spoke of. She said that I needed to bring you to the last piece, but I have never understood what she met." His touch was gentle, like a man who was fully and entirely aware of his own strength, but it was fleeting and over in a moment. "Please, there is so much I wish to know."
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You are important, child. In more ways than you will ever know.
Yours is a special lineage. Past. Present. Future. Many are connected to you.
Juno's words, spoken so very long ago now rang through his mind as Desmond spoke, as some of the answers to his very many questions became clear.
Desmond was his descendant, part of his future lineage, related to him no matter how distantly. How much time had passed between the line that he had come from and the time which Desmond lived? What had taken place? How much had changed? There was suddenly so much that he wanted to know.
This man, this one who stood in front of him now was who Juno had spoken of. The one who needed the last piece. The one who had to open the door. He wondered even now what that had met.
There was a hand being offered and he reached for it, movements slow and steady as skin slipped against skin, warm and very, very real.
"You are who she spoke of. She said that I needed to bring you to the last piece, but I have never understood what she met." His touch was gentle, like a man who was fully and entirely aware of his own strength, but it was fleeting and over in a moment. "Please, there is so much I wish to know."