Emberwood The Beastie Boys fought and possibly died for my right to party

the children weren't alone, but she was. for a long time, there was no one with whom she could share her grief. instead of being able to express her pain, bhediya had been forced to hide it, unresolved, and do her best to forget.

pygmalion's touch was welcomed, if not encouraged. even without the details, she understood his words of encouragement and accepted them with a smile. i appreciate you listening, she replied, and not judging. even if pyg had developed his own opinion (and bhe was sure he had), she appreciated that he'd kept it to himself.

i just needed to get that off of my chest, bhe continued, so...i don't know. i'm glad i can talk to you.