Blighted Bars

PHOEBE

Phoebe didn't look away or frown or say anything for a long moment as he admitted he had the blight. Her eyes glanced at his his hands, which apparently weren't trembling from his anger, but from his illness. "It will get better. Vi and Rae wouldn't allow it to continue." she said quietly, but with a confidence. The gods seemed to her rather all or nothing. To allow just one case of blight to go unresolved seemed like an oversight that they weren't capable of.

But his question made her look away though, staring at the ceiling once more. "A good, happy life doesn't mean one without hardship. That doesn't exist. Life is hard. But that is what makes it worth fighting for. You've overcome so much already, why give up now? When there is more opportunity ahead of you, when the woman you love is with you again, when there are people who truly care about you and not just what you can do for them..." she sighed and shook her head.

"When I miscarried, I asked Frey the same thing. And they told me that we have to work through these hardships and overcome them so we grow, and so our children do not have to face the same issues. It is just part of life, and our development as humans."

When dark creeps in and eats the light

Bury your fears on sorry night

For in the winter's darkest hours

Comes the feasting of the Vours

No one can see it, the life they stole

Your body's here but not your soul

Table Code by Sky!