if it doesn't burn a little
Weaver chuckles at the question, largely at the ‘gods help you’, partly because it was funny and partly because it was true. It was a good thing she had a lot of practice with boys already, having grown up with two brothers, and a whole lot of patience to boot. ”Well I don’t see you much outside our little chats, but I’d say you are doing okay.” Okay in the sense of not bad, but with some room for improvement.
She can see the tired, beat up young man before her, and some part of wishes she could just fix it for him. But life doesn’t work that way, and even if it did, having someone else solve your problems never really helped you in the long run. ”You are the hardest working member on the council, so I know you are doing stuff, but at some point, you have to let go of the past. You carry it like a ten ton weight you drag behind you.” That didn’t mean you forgot it, but rather, that you learned to accept it and move on.
She can see the tired, beat up young man before her, and some part of wishes she could just fix it for him. But life doesn’t work that way, and even if it did, having someone else solve your problems never really helped you in the long run. ”You are the hardest working member on the council, so I know you are doing stuff, but at some point, you have to let go of the past. You carry it like a ten ton weight you drag behind you.” That didn’t mean you forgot it, but rather, that you learned to accept it and move on.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
