What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
He laughs. He actually laughs. She smiles a bit, exhaling the breath she’d practically been holding. Not that his response is actually helpful, because they’ve had this conversation too, but it always softens her in some way. Some part of her simply doesn’t want to bear it anymore. She wants to throw away the responsibility of it all, wants to simply be done. But she loves him far too much for that, and it softens her that he wants to be needed. He is the only person she would never toss away like day old clothes. She could, technically, particularly now when their survival doesn’t depend on it. But she never would.
At least he knows he’s an idiot. Though she may have to tell him a few times anyway.
Do you not get that I don’t want it to be someone else? Sure, it could be, but I want it to be you. No one else is you, and I don’t care about them nearly as much. She didn’t know how to better explain it to him. To be needed is to be tethered. At one point they were stuck with each other whether they wanted to be or not. There was no choice in the matter. They needed one another to live, and that defined their relationship. Now? Now there was a choice and even with all the new options, she would choose him. Yes, she made new friends. Yes, she came and went. But at the end of the day, she came home to him. She picked him, first and foremost, always. She wanted her brother around. It felt like so much more than simple needing.
She reaches out a hand to him, offering him some small comfort. Curses can be broken. We’ll try. She can make no promises, but maybe she can ask Ludo when she gives him the leather. Maybe he’d have an answer for them.
At least he knows he’s an idiot. Though she may have to tell him a few times anyway.
Do you not get that I don’t want it to be someone else? Sure, it could be, but I want it to be you. No one else is you, and I don’t care about them nearly as much. She didn’t know how to better explain it to him. To be needed is to be tethered. At one point they were stuck with each other whether they wanted to be or not. There was no choice in the matter. They needed one another to live, and that defined their relationship. Now? Now there was a choice and even with all the new options, she would choose him. Yes, she made new friends. Yes, she came and went. But at the end of the day, she came home to him. She picked him, first and foremost, always. She wanted her brother around. It felt like so much more than simple needing.
She reaches out a hand to him, offering him some small comfort. Curses can be broken. We’ll try. She can make no promises, but maybe she can ask Ludo when she gives him the leather. Maybe he’d have an answer for them.
Weaver
