"It is," she agrees. She stares at their entwined hands, the easy, natural way their fingers join. Her expression is still pained. "We do endure there, and are loved, long past our passings. She remembers--"
Haleth breaks off suddenly, and draws a long, shuddering breath. "She remembers us living as a family, and that happily, even though you had to come and go with the seasons," she says, so low the words are difficult to hear. But she owes him this. Canien will tell him of it also, but Haleth at least owes him this much. She holds his hand hard, as though he may disappear. She would not blame him if he did, if that legendary temper of his truly turned against her for once. "All my expectations were wrong, my conclusions faulty, my actions poorly chosen. I do not know how to apologize for what I cost us both. All we could have had--"
She breaks off again, for the first time in all their dealings sounding choked, her voice thick. Haleth does not weep, not since the enraged tears she'd for the deaths of her father and brother burned all other tears out of her, but there is an echo of tears there, in the grief of her words.
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Date: 2019-08-06 11:25 pm (UTC)Haleth breaks off suddenly, and draws a long, shuddering breath. "She remembers us living as a family, and that happily, even though you had to come and go with the seasons," she says, so low the words are difficult to hear. But she owes him this. Canien will tell him of it also, but Haleth at least owes him this much. She holds his hand hard, as though he may disappear. She would not blame him if he did, if that legendary temper of his truly turned against her for once. "All my expectations were wrong, my conclusions faulty, my actions poorly chosen. I do not know how to apologize for what I cost us both. All we could have had--"
She breaks off again, for the first time in all their dealings sounding choked, her voice thick. Haleth does not weep, not since the enraged tears she'd for the deaths of her father and brother burned all other tears out of her, but there is an echo of tears there, in the grief of her words.