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She could have joined me at the Throat. Abandoned her group of mercenaries, the ones who slowly withered and died off with the betrayal of Basin. What life would I have led in her home? Living as a cut throat for bargains and pointless trinkets. It wasn't what I stood for. Yar, a large part of me had hoped she'd have come to me in the Throat; brought our daughter and escaped the talons of a weighted position. Wishes rarely bore fruit, a thing I had learned years ago. Her statement on happiness did make me pause, aye, my care for Earth was paid by this life, not just the joy. Say true, perhaps though it was time to seek my own delights. Was the idea of it a crime? "My happiness..." I sigh, growing weary already. Gilden stare slowly shifts toward her with a sad smile marring my face, "has been few and far between." There was never an intent to hurt, always to mend; but tis impossible to please everyone. "Has thee found some measure of it?" After all that'd happened, I didn't feel privileged enough in those crimson eyes to ask such a personal question. Yet I asked anyways, because deep down I wanted to know she was alright. I'd tried to love her and our daughter to the best of my ability, or belief of it. Same for Cera, the child had forgotten, but I had tried to make him a home. There was little else to say toward our past; this soul had whelped enough pain of late. The small glimmers of light seemed to stand between darkness and failure. They saw me as a failure. No matter my answer, there was no redemption. Damned if ye do. Damned if ye don't. This world was full of hypocrisy and double edge swords. |
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