Learning to carry it. I like the sound of that. I know that hurt will never really go away, but I hope that one day I'll be able to do that, too. It's hard not to just be angry about it. About this place and how it can be.
Permit yourself to feel what you must. To suppress such emotion is to deny your own healing. Be angry. The pain will linger, yes... but with time, you will smile again. That I know.
And if it brings you ease... venting a bit of that frustration may well hasten that journey.
Well. Why not both? I could use the practice, my fists have been getting a little rusty lately, but I wouldn't say no to an island of cats either. That is, if you are up to it.
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And if it brings you ease... venting a bit of that frustration may well hasten that journey.
Would you care to come with me on a small one?
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I've heard whispers of distant isles, said to be home to naught but cats. Entire islands, if you can believe it.
Or, should you wish to work out your frustrations with your fists, I could use a second hand in hunting down... a basilisk.
[Either way, he hopes to spend time with her. And hopefully get her mind off some things for a time.]
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[Anything to get her off this ship for a while.]
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[He's happy to hear it.]
Then we will make some plans and have a little journey of our own.
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