and I loved you so much it was making me sick
”Yeah, well. Some people who aren’t great company are the ones who need it most,” Vai retorts, glancing sidelong at him. The man next to her is a bitter shell of the one she knows, the one with warm smiles and warmer hands and a filthy mind. But they all hold hurt underneath, and maybe people like Zeph (and people like her) just have a thicker skin than most. Doesn’t make it any less painful.
It’s like a fist around her heart, squeezing, when he mentions kids, and Vai’s expression grows solemn, sad. She nods her understanding. ”Lots of mothers get sick too,” she agrees, having been one such mother. And her daughter and husband had thought her dead, and had left. ”The gods have a different concept of life and death, I think.” Her tone is darker, but it necessarily unkind.
”What happened?” In the past? Now, to cause all this? Vai isn’t picky.
It’s like a fist around her heart, squeezing, when he mentions kids, and Vai’s expression grows solemn, sad. She nods her understanding. ”Lots of mothers get sick too,” she agrees, having been one such mother. And her daughter and husband had thought her dead, and had left. ”The gods have a different concept of life and death, I think.” Her tone is darker, but it necessarily unkind.
”What happened?” In the past? Now, to cause all this? Vai isn’t picky.
