dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you He could be so aggravating. In moments like this she wished she did not care, because it would be far simpler to walk out the door and never return. But what sort of hypocrite would that make her? How many times had Frey gone to lengths that were not simple for them simply to help her? It wouldn't be right. It wasn't who she was. But oh, he did make it oh so tempting. "Crash and burn and then what, Jata?" she said with a sigh, raising a brow at him. "It's one thing to mourn, but it is something else to purposefully destroy yourself. You've spent your entire life fighting to survive and now what, you're going to let yourself fall to pieces over a girl? Just like I used to fall to pieces over men leaving me?" she said, wrinkling her nose. "That was the weak thing to do, wasn't it? That's what you want now? To throw it all away and give in to the fact that life is unfair and sad?" Though her words were pointed her voice was calm, questioning. He was doing now everything he had always pretended he wasn't. It was weak. It was careless. It was everything she had been and everything he had held against her.