It’s not dying I’m afraid of
She just laughs, looking absolutely unconcerned about Loren’s statement. His apologetic smile is hardly needed. ”That he really does,” she agrees, ”particularly lately.” He’s been more of a handful than ever before, and the recent curses have only made it worse.
Her grin is clearly pleased at the mention of her fire, though she cannot take all the credit. Deimos had been there, after all. ”You did summon a bear,” she points out. ”It is hardly your fault the golem had stellar aim,” she says, rubbing at her shoulder and the phantom bruise.
She looks at him at the idea of giving up on being good. ”You define good in your own life. Do not let others define it for you.” To do so is to give them too much power over a life that is not theirs to live.
Her grin is clearly pleased at the mention of her fire, though she cannot take all the credit. Deimos had been there, after all. ”You did summon a bear,” she points out. ”It is hardly your fault the golem had stellar aim,” she says, rubbing at her shoulder and the phantom bruise.
She looks at him at the idea of giving up on being good. ”You define good in your own life. Do not let others define it for you.” To do so is to give them too much power over a life that is not theirs to live.
weaver
it’s dying without ever having lived
