Sun Mote Copse Like the records I'm playing, they might keep you waiting

Maia was looking to the ground when Weejay’s gaze swung to her — rather than add anything helpful Weejay only seemed to make things worse.

She frowned as her father’s breathing picked up again; this time she did place her paw on Eljay, and sought to hold his gaze with somber but firm kindness.

Daddy, listen to me. Weejay started — and for the first time she seemed more and more like the woman she had grown into, rather than a little girl. You haven’t been happy in a long time. The only time I’ve seen you be happy is when we’re at the garden or Maia comes by. And the garden is gone, Daddy.. and Maia will be soon too. Weejay smiled sadly — softly — as she continued. Mom and Grandma and Grandpa are dead and they’re not coming back. We can’t just stay here waiting forever while our life passes us by, Daddy. You only live once — and don’t you think you deserve your shot at happiness too?