What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
She listens as he talks, sitting back down at the leather though she doesn’t pick up the work again. It can wait, for it would still be sitting here in a few minutes or a few hours, as long as this conversation took to have. It was just vastly easier to write while sitting down then trying to hold the paper and the pen in the air.
He brings up the Kraai, again, and she keeps her face calm and neutral even though she just sort of wants to scream. Gods is she tired of this fight. She’s not even sure what else to say to him about it. It’s one of those things at this point where she’s damned if she does and damned if she doesn’t. She’s damned if she asks him to help and she’s damned if she tells him he doesn’t need to. She’s damned if she suggests he use the Kraai to play music. She’s damned if she pushes him because it annoys him and damned if she leaves him alone because he feels neglected.
Boys. Seriously.
Still, she waits till he’s done and takes a deep breath, turning her attention to the paper, not entirely sure where to start and skipping over any defense of herself. He knows she would have opened the bar regardless, so what’s the point in arguing over it? It’s not like she was going to up and close it because her brother was annoyed.And the fact that they didn’t talk before clearly has nothing to do Korbin not being played at the time or otherwise they would have.
You have the option now, but you say neither yes nor no. I asked you to help and you hated it. I told you you didn’t need to be at the Kraai if you didn’t want to, and you hated that too. I suggested you play music at the Kraai and use it to do your thing, and you asked me why you’d bother. The choice is yours Korbin, but I don’t know what to tell you anymore.
There’s nothing left for her to say. He wants to make a choice, and she’s given him every single one she can think of. It was not her fault he wouldn’t make one, and so she leaves it on the table for him. He could decide. She’d never been stopping him from that.
He brings up the Kraai, again, and she keeps her face calm and neutral even though she just sort of wants to scream. Gods is she tired of this fight. She’s not even sure what else to say to him about it. It’s one of those things at this point where she’s damned if she does and damned if she doesn’t. She’s damned if she asks him to help and she’s damned if she tells him he doesn’t need to. She’s damned if she suggests he use the Kraai to play music. She’s damned if she pushes him because it annoys him and damned if she leaves him alone because he feels neglected.
Boys. Seriously.
Still, she waits till he’s done and takes a deep breath, turning her attention to the paper, not entirely sure where to start and skipping over any defense of herself. He knows she would have opened the bar regardless, so what’s the point in arguing over it? It’s not like she was going to up and close it because her brother was annoyed.
You have the option now, but you say neither yes nor no. I asked you to help and you hated it. I told you you didn’t need to be at the Kraai if you didn’t want to, and you hated that too. I suggested you play music at the Kraai and use it to do your thing, and you asked me why you’d bother. The choice is yours Korbin, but I don’t know what to tell you anymore.
There’s nothing left for her to say. He wants to make a choice, and she’s given him every single one she can think of. It was not her fault he wouldn’t make one, and so she leaves it on the table for him. He could decide. She’d never been stopping him from that.
Weaver
