Permafrost Hollows In my life, I have seen people walk into the sea

Keen's insistence on staying positive hadn't escaped her, but she humored it while they traveled. She kept up as best she could with the pace and appreciated that Keen seemed mindful of her limitations, but the talk had her just as distracted as the sometimes difficult terrain.

Bridget looked around when they finally arrived, trying to put together a picture of all she'd spoken of up to this point, but unable to really. It was all vague, like a foggy portrait that said nothing about the girl who stood next to her and spoke in subdued tones. Once again, Bridget was reminded in an unwelcome way of Teya. Someone so stripped of who they were, and convinced that who that was wasn't enough, that they refused to ever let anyone see them.

I don't know the place you're talking about. Or what you mean, say goodbye. But I'd like to. Bridget looked at her, concerned but also understanding. It's okay if you don't trust me. You don't have to tell me what bothered you earlier, or what about this place bothers you now. But I can't help you unless you do. Knowing someone means knowing the things they struggle with, too. If only so we don't have to struggle alone.

She was likely repeating the same mistakes, but she had to try.