It’s not dying I’m afraid of
She doesn’t want to be enough for him. That’s too small a life for her brother, too small a life for her. Even if the portals were not open, that was still too small for either of them to live with. He deserved his own life. His own hopes and dreams, his own plans. She wants to be part of his life, always and forever, but not his whole life. There is a difference, and she’d smack him upside the head for not realizing it. Except he does not answer, and for the moment, she does not press.
He rants, and she lets him, disagreeing rather entirely though still, giving him space to have his opinions. ”Tell me where you got that impression from?” It is a question, though clearly framed with some skepticism. ”Zariah doesn’t count though, because it’s Zariah.” Based on what Weaver had learned and experienced of the woman, that was a different problem entirely. Neron though? He was thrown here, and yes, he might act like he owns the title that was given to him, but why had the Eirachi picked him? Loren? He just wanted to find his place in the world, as far as Weaver could tell.
He rants, and she lets him, disagreeing rather entirely though still, giving him space to have his opinions. ”Tell me where you got that impression from?” It is a question, though clearly framed with some skepticism. ”Zariah doesn’t count though, because it’s Zariah.” Based on what Weaver had learned and experienced of the woman, that was a different problem entirely. Neron though? He was thrown here, and yes, he might act like he owns the title that was given to him, but why had the Eirachi picked him? Loren? He just wanted to find his place in the world, as far as Weaver could tell.
weaver
it’s dying without ever having lived
