And it takes him a long time to get the words out, because every cell in his body is screaming for him to cut loose and run and because he can barely keep himself together.
He shuts his eyes and breathes out. It hurts, and the next breath he takes is bound to hurt some more, but he can't stop. He can't afford to. (Who will, after all, be left to shoulder the Song, and the lives that dance to the tune that he has made with it?)
"It's just you there, right?"
Please. You're more than enough.
The thought alone of Aidan Clayce and Liandrin Delacroix being there - the man he still held above everyone else, and the woman he left behind - destroyed him. (And there is a third, the one he cannot - will not - bring himself to name. The one who probably won't be there anyway.)
Attack of the OCD. This is why the edit feature is a Bad Idea for me. OTL
He shuts his eyes and breathes out. It hurts, and the next breath he takes is bound to hurt some more, but he can't stop. He can't afford to. (Who will, after all, be left to shoulder the Song, and the lives that dance to the tune that he has made with it?)
"It's just you there, right?"
Please. You're more than enough.
The thought alone of Aidan Clayce and Liandrin Delacroix being there - the man he still held above everyone else, and the woman he left behind - destroyed him. (And there is a third, the one he cannot - will not - bring himself to name. The one who probably won't be there anyway.)