LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
Liam had to agree; it was good that he’d come, even if in the back of his mind he thought he should still be in the Greatwood, helping Maea with her quest to find Vi’s Roses - and if not for Maea, then for the greater good. If the price of finding one was to wallow in his grief for a little longer, then so what? He’d always been the self-sacrificing kind.
And yet… here he was. Here, not there. Perhaps that said something about his priorities.
Shaking it off, he nodded. ”I’ve been living in the Greatwood for the past few years,” he said. ”But I’ve never seen so many people as I have recently.” It had become quite the destination of late. Liam wasn’t sure what to make of it, personally. It wasn’t a bad thing, of course, but to have so many people flocking to the region… it made him wish that it hadn’t fallen into disrepair.
As for whether he was planning to move home, Liam shook his head. ”I don’t think so. Not at present, anyway.” Would he ever come home? Maybe, if he still felt like Stormbreak was home. But when he’d arrived today, it hadn’t felt like a homecoming; he’d been just as eager to get back to the Greatwood as he was to leave flowers for his wife and children. It was a confusing feeling, and one he didn’t appreciate complicating matters for him.
And yet… here he was. Here, not there. Perhaps that said something about his priorities.
Shaking it off, he nodded. ”I’ve been living in the Greatwood for the past few years,” he said. ”But I’ve never seen so many people as I have recently.” It had become quite the destination of late. Liam wasn’t sure what to make of it, personally. It wasn’t a bad thing, of course, but to have so many people flocking to the region… it made him wish that it hadn’t fallen into disrepair.
As for whether he was planning to move home, Liam shook his head. ”I don’t think so. Not at present, anyway.” Would he ever come home? Maybe, if he still felt like Stormbreak was home. But when he’d arrived today, it hadn’t felt like a homecoming; he’d been just as eager to get back to the Greatwood as he was to leave flowers for his wife and children. It was a confusing feeling, and one he didn’t appreciate complicating matters for him.
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
