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Bridget nodded. It wasn’t hard to understand or to sympathize. The feelings he described weren’t uncommon, though everyone had their own reasons for feeling them depending on the time and circumstances.

It can be hard to live up to what our families want us to be. Especially if that differs from what we want ourselves. She paused, then smiled. There were two ways to think of it, really. And she knew which was better for this one here. You left anyway, for them. That shows how much you care, and how much you are willing to do for them. You should be proud of that. They should be too.

She could lecture him on the dangers of letting others run his life, but she got the sense he wasn’t the type to accept rebellion. Not the way she had when she was his age. Hell, she’d even become a healer practically out of spite; she’d have laughed in someone’s face if they’d said something like this to her at that age. Thankfully she’d grown up.