[If it had been the first message alone, Marian's response would have been very different. But halfway through typing a reply, the second arrives, and, well.
Yes, she'd seen the end. But not her end. That of some unspeakable alien thing at the end of a cold, dead universe, neither truly living nor dead, merely waiting for some source of life to latch onto for even one more fleeting moment of existence...
There's a long break before the next message, regaining her composure. It's a good thing it's only text.]
Then you'll understand when I say again that my problems have nothing to do with your partner, himself.
[It's not an apology, but the vague implication is slightly more than she's said before.]
[text]
Yes, she'd seen the end. But not her end. That of some unspeakable alien thing at the end of a cold, dead universe, neither truly living nor dead, merely waiting for some source of life to latch onto for even one more fleeting moment of existence...
There's a long break before the next message, regaining her composure. It's a good thing it's only text.]
Then you'll understand when I say again that my problems have nothing to do with your partner, himself.
[It's not an apology, but the vague implication is slightly more than she's said before.]