[Lucky they're not speaking. Lucky this comes through the scratching of a bony little nib soaked through with enchanted ink. It makes him sound more reasonable, perhaps. Less incensed.
Though context swears he's not.]
Because she left.
Why would it ever be fated?
A boat can go anywhere. The freedom she sought out isn't solely the ability to run— it's the very same freedom to come back. Or at the very least to track you down.
no subject
Though context swears he's not.]
Because she left.
Why would it ever be fated?
A boat can go anywhere. The freedom she sought out isn't solely the ability to run— it's the very same freedom to come back. Or at the very least to track you down.