[How transparent she is in that moment, the rolling waves of discomfort that bore down under his skin as if they were his own (they're not) and it takes all the strength of will he holds not to fall prey to either anger or despair - common as they are to his constant emotional state. In that tangle, he can't discern the root of her outrage.
He imagines she can't, either.]
He doesn't know.
[His future, his children, his fate— all of it beyond his knowledge and not for any small amount of effort on Ren's part. In spite of the discomfort that rises between them in that too-small space, there is an odd sense of relief in no longer restraining his own mind. At least for the moment.]
no subject
He imagines she can't, either.]
He doesn't know.
[His future, his children, his fate— all of it beyond his knowledge and not for any small amount of effort on Ren's part. In spite of the discomfort that rises between them in that too-small space, there is an odd sense of relief in no longer restraining his own mind. At least for the moment.]
I kept it from him.