”Why do you say that you have stumbled?”
The sweet grasses of the field seem renewed in his presence, healed from drought and blooming with daisies which sway and dance in the breeze. He sits, perched impossibly on the very edges of the shrine walls, legs crossed, feet bare, his eyes on the sky rather than the Shield nearby.
”I told you to protect them. I never implied that you could save them.” His smile is like stormclouds over a sunless sea, enigmatic and quiet, and Vi breathes deeply. That small movement alone will renew Amalia, and he watches her with eyes both warm and cold at the same time.
”Your life will be filled with times like these. It is what you have chosen. Do not let them splinter you so easily.” A pause - he looks her up and down. ”You are well, for now.”
The sweet grasses of the field seem renewed in his presence, healed from drought and blooming with daisies which sway and dance in the breeze. He sits, perched impossibly on the very edges of the shrine walls, legs crossed, feet bare, his eyes on the sky rather than the Shield nearby.
”I told you to protect them. I never implied that you could save them.” His smile is like stormclouds over a sunless sea, enigmatic and quiet, and Vi breathes deeply. That small movement alone will renew Amalia, and he watches her with eyes both warm and cold at the same time.
”Your life will be filled with times like these. It is what you have chosen. Do not let them splinter you so easily.” A pause - he looks her up and down. ”You are well, for now.”
VI
