there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
"It's not too great a burden, Wessex," it's an immediate assurance, accompanied by a small shake of his head, "Believe me, after what's happened... I could use the distraction and... purpose." His gaze swoops downward at the honest admission, but he hopes that she'll understand he needs this even more than he'd needed it before. He lifts his eyes up once more and nods earnestly at her cautions, "I'll be sure to send you notice, especially if I'm successful. Don't worry too much, though, I'll be fine." He may be feeling more reckless than usual, but having a clear goal in mind helps to humble that.
He then sighs, and begins to stand, preparing to make his leave on the assumption that they're done here - for now. He can't say much about Bastien's worries, nothing that would be productive, but he does muster up the courage to say a bit of what he thinks, "There will always be something. If it's not division between the Old and the New, then it will be something else..."
"If that's all, I should get going," he glances between them, "I'm staying in the Domiciles - temporarily. Should either of you need to find me I will be there most nights."
He then sighs, and begins to stand, preparing to make his leave on the assumption that they're done here - for now. He can't say much about Bastien's worries, nothing that would be productive, but he does muster up the courage to say a bit of what he thinks, "There will always be something. If it's not division between the Old and the New, then it will be something else..."
"If that's all, I should get going," he glances between them, "I'm staying in the Domiciles - temporarily. Should either of you need to find me I will be there most nights."
HENRY
