i guess time is my enemy

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

Her apology and the hand on his arm get his attention again, and he pulls out of those drifting thoughts to focus back on the subject at hand, a small awkward smile crossing his face with it. “So. I took my sister and I and we escaped to the neighboring land.” He shrugs, as if that was the end of it. “And around three years after that, I fell into Caido, in the Labyrinth if you recall.” From their first meeting, when he’d mentioned the strange maze, how he’d arrived there confused and lost, expecting buildings and towers only to have shrubbery and crying squirrels in the rest of it.

But he uses his free hand to lift the glass to his lips again, running a hand through his hair after he sets it down, and the muscles in his jaw feather ever so slightly as he looks back down and ahead – avoiding her gaze. “Wasn’t much else I could do back there, I wouldn’t be given a chance to change it. Wouldn’t be trusted if I kept it.” There’s a curl of his lip that begins. “I’d be married, probably have a couple of kids and … Gods.” So many of the things he doesn’t want, and its clear in the way it colors his voice before he shakes his head and focuses back on Weaver then with a small shrug.

As if that was all it was.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end