Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Phoebe listened to him, frowning a little. She could understand where he was coming from, being the sort to place far too much blame on herself as it was. But...perhaps she could give him Frey's advice, since he had at least met that diety. "I understand why you feel that way. But... let me tell you something Frey told me once. It isn't all your fault and you shouldn't bear that burden on your shoulders. It isn't your blame to carry. You didn't kill Lusea, your father did because he was a horrible person. If I die...well you didn't give me the blight, I exposed myself to it." she said with a small smile at him.
"Love is a gift, not a death sentance. You need to give yourself the freedom to mourn and love simultaneously. One doesn't necessarily result in the other." she said softly. Phoebe finished her glass, trying to pour another but it was clear from the shake in her hands that would prove difficult at best. "Ugh. I am so useless." she grumbled as she tried to not spill wine everywhere.
