Falls of the Hinterlands anima

He doesn’t know. He does, but it feels wrong, and the question only made him feel worse. That hadn’t mattered before. If he said no, would she be angry?

Maybe his patience was finally cracking, fractured under the pressure of a forced march he’d not managed to argue against. A fight that had ended with little accomplished. Just like they always did.

I want us to be worth more than this. He said, and for the first time, there was a touch of fire behind the words. You wanted a war and now it’s done. But you’re worth more than it too.

He was angry that she’d thrown her life at this. And he was afraid of what it being over meant.

I just want you to have more. He couldn’t ask for it. He didn’t want it if it meant disrespecting her, or disrespecting Prophet, or changing anything in the rough estimation of a family they’d made.