What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
She wasn’t judging him. She was pushing him. Honestly, if he said he just really wanted to become a mass murderer and it would make him happy, she’d probably support him. Question him, yes, because that’s highly unbelievable, but support him all the same. Is she judging him by suggesting that maybe he could be happier? Possibly, but if that’s the case, then fine. She may not judge his choices, but she did judge his lack of action, his decision to just wallow in self-pity.
His response feels like the same fight they have been having in circles. Maybe it’s good he can’t hear, because she’s not going to write a speech back to him. Instead she just listens, pausing in her work with the leather. It could sit a minute before they began to work on stretching it out. She puts the knife down on the hide, turning the paper back toward her to write some more.
You are not unreliable Korbin. Quite the opposite. You are so reliable you forget that you don’t have to be sometimes. But if that’s what you really want, to live in my shadow, then we can keep living like that. Because you almost always say yes to me, even when your heart says no. I want better for you than that. She was his excuse. She was his excuse to hide away and never get to know himself or the life he could live. She was his excuse to barricade his heart away so it would be less likely to get crushed. I love you brother, but understand I will not stop living simply because you refuse to start. Life has changed, and I can’t pretend it hasn’t. She turns the paper to him, waiting for whatever might come.
His response feels like the same fight they have been having in circles. Maybe it’s good he can’t hear, because she’s not going to write a speech back to him. Instead she just listens, pausing in her work with the leather. It could sit a minute before they began to work on stretching it out. She puts the knife down on the hide, turning the paper back toward her to write some more.
You are not unreliable Korbin. Quite the opposite. You are so reliable you forget that you don’t have to be sometimes. But if that’s what you really want, to live in my shadow, then we can keep living like that. Because you almost always say yes to me, even when your heart says no. I want better for you than that. She was his excuse. She was his excuse to hide away and never get to know himself or the life he could live. She was his excuse to barricade his heart away so it would be less likely to get crushed. I love you brother, but understand I will not stop living simply because you refuse to start. Life has changed, and I can’t pretend it hasn’t. She turns the paper to him, waiting for whatever might come.
Weaver
