He knows that feeling well. Visenna's passing is similarly complicated. He is not glad she's dead. He doesn't wish she were alive. Mostly, he'd have just liked to never think about her in the first place. What does it change? Knowing she died the way she did?
A childish part of him can't help feeling as though it's unfair that his mother should abandon him to his fate so long ago and yet still hold such a grip on his life all these years later. She knew nothing about the man he became. (Or so he tells himself.) She obviously had no desire to seek him out. It shouldn't matter to him what happened to her.
A huff escapes his nose. He turns to continue onward. "Keep it between us, if you would. And put that damn spell of yours back up."
They're nearly finished here; he'd prefer to complete the task without hearing more of Stregobor's nasal droning.
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He knows that feeling well. Visenna's passing is similarly complicated. He is not glad she's dead. He doesn't wish she were alive. Mostly, he'd have just liked to never think about her in the first place. What does it change? Knowing she died the way she did?
A childish part of him can't help feeling as though it's unfair that his mother should abandon him to his fate so long ago and yet still hold such a grip on his life all these years later. She knew nothing about the man he became. (Or so he tells himself.) She obviously had no desire to seek him out. It shouldn't matter to him what happened to her.
A huff escapes his nose. He turns to continue onward. "Keep it between us, if you would. And put that damn spell of yours back up."
They're nearly finished here; he'd prefer to complete the task without hearing more of Stregobor's nasal droning.