Oh, how I've tried to get you out of my head
And I lie broken in words I said
And I lie broken in words I said
Liam paused, thinking. "I think you're an idealist," he said after a moment. "And I think there's value in that. But I also know that idealism can be... impractical. The world is rarely as black and white as we want it to be, and the shades of grey are part of what make it beautiful and terrible and everything in between." He tucked the last bit of iron into the bag, then looked into it, weighing whether he had found enough or if he needed to keep searching for more veins. "None of that makes you crazy, or a fool, or anything else you might think."
Deciding that he'd found enough ore - and with only emerald left now to hunt down - Liam straightened, offering a hand to Maea. "Whatever 'better' looks like to you, you don't have to do it alone," he said, resolute and unyielding. "There are people who care about you, myself included." He even managed to say it aloud and only turn slightly pink around the ears. "Just... don't tie yourself in knots over people who won't meet you halfway."
Deciding that he'd found enough ore - and with only emerald left now to hunt down - Liam straightened, offering a hand to Maea. "Whatever 'better' looks like to you, you don't have to do it alone," he said, resolute and unyielding. "There are people who care about you, myself included." He even managed to say it aloud and only turn slightly pink around the ears. "Just... don't tie yourself in knots over people who won't meet you halfway."
Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began
Standing where it all began
Liam
