Aurelia
How come silence is so loud in the shadows?
I wanna scream 'til it's on
I wanna scream 'til it's on
His understanding garners a new appreciation from Aurelia, who so very often feels misunderstood, feels like she explains up and down and yet people so rarely.. actually.. understand. No, more often than not they want to condemn her, the implication is often that she must prove she is worthy of others' approval - or forgiveness. While she understands them for that, they don't often extend the same understanding to her.
So any defensiveness Aurelia feels left, any bristle against Sah, it dissipates. Even as he goes on to say how he believes the companion death injures a physical part of one's soul. "If there's one thing you'll hear a lot, Sah..." she says, "it's that this world is not your old world. You can't expect your knowledge to translate so flawlessly across borders that huge. Trust me, I would know." She chuckles and shakes her head, laughing more at herself and her own awkward experiences than anything else.
"I've never had a companion, and I do not wish to... You are asking the wrong person," she admits, "but from what I've seen, they're merely bonded to you in a way that's... different. I'm sure that it hurts, to lose a companion, just as it would hurt to lose a friend or a loved one. But.. as for physical injuries to the soul? I don't know," she shrugs, "I always though the whole point of a soul was that it isn't physical at all."
So any defensiveness Aurelia feels left, any bristle against Sah, it dissipates. Even as he goes on to say how he believes the companion death injures a physical part of one's soul. "If there's one thing you'll hear a lot, Sah..." she says, "it's that this world is not your old world. You can't expect your knowledge to translate so flawlessly across borders that huge. Trust me, I would know." She chuckles and shakes her head, laughing more at herself and her own awkward experiences than anything else.
"I've never had a companion, and I do not wish to... You are asking the wrong person," she admits, "but from what I've seen, they're merely bonded to you in a way that's... different. I'm sure that it hurts, to lose a companion, just as it would hurt to lose a friend or a loved one. But.. as for physical injuries to the soul? I don't know," she shrugs, "I always though the whole point of a soul was that it isn't physical at all."
Tell my feet they should run
but they don't follow
but they don't follow
