The thing is, neither of them are wrong. It's just that what's true for one doesn't have to be true for the other.
In the silence that follows, Wilhelm fights the feeling that he's disappointed Rhy. He'd already decided that he wasn't going to let anyone dictate his life for him, and he wasn't going to feel bad for prioritizing himself. That Wilhelm was gone, burned to the ground. Someone else had risen from the ashes. With a tight jaw he waits for whatever argument Rhy is preparing.
It never comes. Just condolences for Erik, which pulls the tension out of him. Suddenly, he wonders if Rhy is disappointed in himself.
"Thanks."
He never did figure out what you're supposed to say to that.
"Sorry about your brother too," Wilhelm jokes clumsily after a pause. He lifts his cup in a toast. "To brothers, right?"
An olive branch of sorts. A truce, burying the subject there.
no subject
In the silence that follows, Wilhelm fights the feeling that he's disappointed Rhy. He'd already decided that he wasn't going to let anyone dictate his life for him, and he wasn't going to feel bad for prioritizing himself. That Wilhelm was gone, burned to the ground. Someone else had risen from the ashes. With a tight jaw he waits for whatever argument Rhy is preparing.
It never comes. Just condolences for Erik, which pulls the tension out of him. Suddenly, he wonders if Rhy is disappointed in himself.
"Thanks."
He never did figure out what you're supposed to say to that.
"Sorry about your brother too," Wilhelm jokes clumsily after a pause. He lifts his cup in a toast. "To brothers, right?"
An olive branch of sorts. A truce, burying the subject there.