[And he usually was, although is concern was rarely the sort that others welcomed. Not gentle or soft. Not caring in the way most would understand. He was not the right person to speak to this boy. Could not impress upon him the safety and comfort the Nest could provide, nor could he sympathize with his selfishness- and that is what it was, for him. But there was no one else, anymore. Him. Cathaway. The rest were busy, with bigger worries than one childish Host's angry rebellion.]
What do you think to accomplish with this denial? Will you convince yourself you are as you were?
[It didn't matter how weak his mind, or how strong his will, or how sanguine his flows balanced. He couldn't trick himself to forgetting something that was as much part of him now as his own beating heart. More the fool to attempt it.]
no subject
[And he usually was, although is concern was rarely the sort that others welcomed. Not gentle or soft. Not caring in the way most would understand. He was not the right person to speak to this boy. Could not impress upon him the safety and comfort the Nest could provide, nor could he sympathize with his selfishness- and that is what it was, for him. But there was no one else, anymore. Him. Cathaway. The rest were busy, with bigger worries than one childish Host's angry rebellion.]
What do you think to accomplish with this denial? Will you convince yourself you are as you were?
[It didn't matter how weak his mind, or how strong his will, or how sanguine his flows balanced. He couldn't trick himself to forgetting something that was as much part of him now as his own beating heart. More the fool to attempt it.]