Up at dawn, she climbed the hills that overlook Transic's island. Now she sits quietly and watches the sun as is rises lazily as if still too sleepy to bring its light to shine.
Gera is thinking.
Collar or no collar. Is there nothing inbetween? Why do they need to lay us in chains?
He said, to protect her.
He said, he fears he would lose her.
Deep in her heart she knows that she does not ever want to wear it around her neck again.
From far she hears a voice, a different man, a different time:
"Collar or no collar- you are mine, Gera Heliosense!"