Deepwood Weald solenne

She was right - he didn’t think it was helpful or believable. It wasn’t her fault; right now, Ashlar was in a space to deny almost any help that came his way. Reflecting on this conversation later might bring different results, though it would probably be a while before he truly began to heal. If he gave himself the time to do so.

I don’t want time. I don’t want anything anymore. He hadn’t broken down since the day of her death, and even then, he’d felt more disconnected than anything else. He was so angry, and so heartbroken, but he had nothing and no one to turn that emotion to. He couldn’t face the Rise.

She was everything. How do I keep going, with nothing? How do I even want to? His voice broke, and while she wouldn’t hear the desperation, she’d probably see it in his face. If she was telling the truth, and she’d been through this, then she had to know. She had to have found a new reason.