What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
She doesn’t try to force him back. Just encourage, just get him to stop running from his problems as if that will make them go away. Besides, she knows she doesn’t have to force him, knows that he’ll stay simply because she said so. After all, he’d given away all his cards in that last speech, though she’d known at least some of it before anyway.
Gods, it was a heavy burden to bear. Did he realize? Did he understand how much weight he had thrust upon her shoulders? It was not that she would not try to bear it, as she has always done. He speaks of keeping her fed and alive and yet forgets that she was half, if not more, of the equation. That’d she’d been keeping him alive far longer than he was ever responsible for her. That even now, apparently, she was the only thing keeping him alive. Though she loves her brother, she wishes for more for him than just this.
You think it doesn’t hurt, to lose them? she writes, sitting back down at the hide to begin stretching it, giving his hands and his mind something to do, even if he didn’t want to do it. He said he’d kill all the creatures for her if only she asked. Well, she is asking him to do this, and it is an easy task. It had been time, she’d hoped, to simply spend together, doing something familiar and comfortable to them both. It always hurts, but I’d rather have them for a time then not at all.
There’s a pause, and she adds to the paper. Maea died. She’d never actually told Korbin. She’d grieved with Loren, with Sunjata, with those who had known Maea. Perhaps Korbin was right, in some regard. She hadn’t meant to leave him behind, but she had. In trying to force him to live his own life she’d left him to rot instead. We can find a middle ground, you and I.
Gods, it was a heavy burden to bear. Did he realize? Did he understand how much weight he had thrust upon her shoulders? It was not that she would not try to bear it, as she has always done. He speaks of keeping her fed and alive and yet forgets that she was half, if not more, of the equation. That’d she’d been keeping him alive far longer than he was ever responsible for her. That even now, apparently, she was the only thing keeping him alive. Though she loves her brother, she wishes for more for him than just this.
You think it doesn’t hurt, to lose them? she writes, sitting back down at the hide to begin stretching it, giving his hands and his mind something to do, even if he didn’t want to do it. He said he’d kill all the creatures for her if only she asked. Well, she is asking him to do this, and it is an easy task. It had been time, she’d hoped, to simply spend together, doing something familiar and comfortable to them both. It always hurts, but I’d rather have them for a time then not at all.
There’s a pause, and she adds to the paper. Maea died. She’d never actually told Korbin. She’d grieved with Loren, with Sunjata, with those who had known Maea. Perhaps Korbin was right, in some regard. She hadn’t meant to leave him behind, but she had. In trying to force him to live his own life she’d left him to rot instead. We can find a middle ground, you and I.
Weaver
