It’s not dying I’m afraid of
She sees the tears, and even if she didn’t, his silence is enough to give him away. His silence. This hunt. That first thrown punch. She knows her brother, after all, knows that he cannot pull apart this idea of need versus want. Yet to her, it seems so simple. Perhaps it is nice to be needed, but it is far nicer to be wanted. The things you needed you sometimes simply tolerated, but the things you wanted...Well, that was something special indeed.
Weaver reaches out, hand going to his chin to turn him back to her. This time, she would not let him hide, would not let him bury his head in the sand as if it might just go away. This isn’t a problem she can fix for him. She cannot tell him who to be. But she can be here for him.
”I need my brother,” she says, her voice that same deadly quiet. She is serious in a way she rarely is, because this is more important than almost anything else in their life has been. He is more important. ”But you have ceased to be my brother. We have spent so very long simply surviving that somewhere along the way, we got lost. You are my brother, Korbin. You are my best friend. But that is everything I need from you, and those are no small things to ask of you. The rest though is just icing on the cake.”
Weaver reaches out, hand going to his chin to turn him back to her. This time, she would not let him hide, would not let him bury his head in the sand as if it might just go away. This isn’t a problem she can fix for him. She cannot tell him who to be. But she can be here for him.
”I need my brother,” she says, her voice that same deadly quiet. She is serious in a way she rarely is, because this is more important than almost anything else in their life has been. He is more important. ”But you have ceased to be my brother. We have spent so very long simply surviving that somewhere along the way, we got lost. You are my brother, Korbin. You are my best friend. But that is everything I need from you, and those are no small things to ask of you. The rest though is just icing on the cake.”
weaver
it’s dying without ever having lived
