when you bury your pain
He’s pleased to see that his gift has appeased the cat, watching as it disappears into the pouch at the front of Delphia’s sweater. He’s so absorbed by it, in fact, that he has to blink himself back to attention as she speaks, clearing his throat and giving a boyish sort of smile.”I... the glasses, they let me see the aura of a race. It’s how I traced you here. But it can get... intense,” he explains. It’s not an explanation easily given, considering how few people believe him about it.
But then she continues, and even though she says it (that she’s odd), it makes sense as to why he feels he can come out with something as outlandish as what he’s just said. ”Your... friend?” he repeats slowly, swallowing, not knowing what to make of it. ”I do not keep many friends,” he confesses. ”But it would be very impolite to refuse, especially after you said you would help. What would you like to do...?”
But then she continues, and even though she says it (that she’s odd), it makes sense as to why he feels he can come out with something as outlandish as what he’s just said. ”Your... friend?” he repeats slowly, swallowing, not knowing what to make of it. ”I do not keep many friends,” he confesses. ”But it would be very impolite to refuse, especially after you said you would help. What would you like to do...?”
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
