[He had already realized how much more he wanted to know about her the day she left, heart swimming with questions he would never get the chance to ask. But now he's slowly realizing how little he really knew about her. He understood her feelings and her thoughts - hadn't he? - but so many other details escape his grasp.
It doesn't matter what Aleos is; right now, Mithos hates him for unearthing the broad pits in his understanding. He had wanted to know everything...]
Shut up! You weren't here when she was! [But he wasn't with her in her world, when Aleos was.] You didn't...you didn't see everything I saw! [Like scrambling for a foothold on the sheer face of a cliff - but he doesn't know what else to say.]
I'm the one who never told her she was wrong to hate, or weak to distrust. I'm the one who never forced her to forgive, when that would be impossible. She needed that, and I gave it to her.
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It doesn't matter what Aleos is; right now, Mithos hates him for unearthing the broad pits in his understanding. He had wanted to know everything...]
Shut up! You weren't here when she was! [But he wasn't with her in her world, when Aleos was.] You didn't...you didn't see everything I saw! [Like scrambling for a foothold on the sheer face of a cliff - but he doesn't know what else to say.]
I'm the one who never told her she was wrong to hate, or weak to distrust. I'm the one who never forced her to forgive, when that would be impossible. She needed that, and I gave it to her.