Falls of the Hinterlands anima

For once, he didn’t recoil at her outburst. He was in it now, angry about so many things he didn’t know how to voice and hurt that she didn’t see that none of that mattered.

You deserve to want more. It was the only thing he could think to say. He couldn’t say it didn’t matter because it did - he knew it did. Nothing he could say could make this right.

She had to believe it. He couldn’t make her.

She asked again. His ears tipped back, knowing that this answer would decide it. Two paths lay before him, but he got what he wanted in neither.

He’d already said too much. There was no point in holding any words back. I don’t want you if Prophet is who you’d rather have. He did not care if she had him. He only cared if she saw him as more. He would not get in the way if this was so.