the way we say goodbye

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead Truth and meaning, Phoebe had realized, were often not codependent descriptions. His words were true. She would not deny that. But the meaning they held in her present was nothing more than a passing memory of Longheat days long since past from a girl who no longer existed. The Phoebe he spoke of had long since broken and healed many times over and had even been reborn at the hands of a god - that she walked and talked and looked ever the same was merely happenstance really. She remained quiet in the wake of his words without looking back at him. Only when he had completed his purchase and Hank meandered back to the back of the shop did she sigh quietly before speaking. "You know what I meant. Stop being literal to try and have a point to argue with." she said dismissively. Phoebe had specifically been speaking about having a child, not necessarily the entire circumstances of his current life that she didn't know about. "You don't know anything about me, Sunjata. Not anymore. Nor did you ever really know me when you could claim you did." she said lightly. "I have made deals with gods. I have had shit fall apart over and over again." Whether the scale of the situation was different didn't make it any less true. "When will you realize that the only constant in your misery is you?" she asked, glancing at him finally. "You have a child now apparently. Isn't it about time you stop soaking in how awful or unfair your life has been and focus on what is important in the moment? Or do you want to make the same mistakes your father did with your own child to prove a point?" Phoebe said. Her tone was direct, to the point, but not wholly unkind. Rather like a parent herself, laying out the very basics of the world to distill down to the most simplified version of life.