[Celehar does not, maybe cannot say which bucket he falls into - but maybe it's obvious to anyone who spends more than five minutes talking to him. He breathes in and out again, overly conscious now of the simple act of breathing, after the last time they'd talked about it. It doesn't push back the difficulty of filtering away the emotion, but Celehar is practiced in both meditation, and ignoring the tears on his face.
He does the service to both of them of not asking if she resented her fate, whatever made her take up a new role older than she ought. What does it matter, in the end? If he had lived, he would have had only a few years left before his wick burned out. Resentful or not, the change must needs be made.]
I wonder which rests easier, in the end. To walk a path knowing no other, or to walk having chosen.
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He does the service to both of them of not asking if she resented her fate, whatever made her take up a new role older than she ought. What does it matter, in the end? If he had lived, he would have had only a few years left before his wick burned out. Resentful or not, the change must needs be made.]
I wonder which rests easier, in the end. To walk a path knowing no other, or to walk having chosen.