[ His dear mentor always did seem to know more than she ever wanted to let on. All-knowing, clever, wily and deranged... A woman who could see anything, go anywhere, but claimed it wasn't as abuseable as he and others thought. Was that true? Or was it not?
Argalia lets his improvised weapon drop gracefully behind him, ready to parry if another need arises, and the water that falls on them, that drowns out the silence as well as his earpiece, feels almost cleansing. He can imagine each drop as Angelica's hands running through his hair, comforting and safe, but knows she isn't there. ]
My dearest mentor has always been an enigma. For as long as I've known her, she's never said anything that didn't have two meanings to it -- though I hadn't realized that then. [ A dorky, naive boy she'd called him. ] Why? Who can say? She pointed me in the same direction, after all.
[ She'd claimed that she had wanted to go someplace that apparently couldn't be reached by her own means. But what did the Library and its light have to do with it? They aren't thoughts he wants to ponder while Roland is right in front of him, but the voice in his heart is silent too. There's no score to conduct from now. ]
If we're just being used by her, well, that's simply how the City is. Perhaps she's looking for a world where her son hadn't died all those years ago. My dear mentor wasn't too keen to join us, for all she helped out.
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Argalia lets his improvised weapon drop gracefully behind him, ready to parry if another need arises, and the water that falls on them, that drowns out the silence as well as his earpiece, feels almost cleansing. He can imagine each drop as Angelica's hands running through his hair, comforting and safe, but knows she isn't there. ]
My dearest mentor has always been an enigma. For as long as I've known her, she's never said anything that didn't have two meanings to it -- though I hadn't realized that then. [ A dorky, naive boy she'd called him. ] Why? Who can say? She pointed me in the same direction, after all.
[ She'd claimed that she had wanted to go someplace that apparently couldn't be reached by her own means. But what did the Library and its light have to do with it? They aren't thoughts he wants to ponder while Roland is right in front of him, but the voice in his heart is silent too. There's no score to conduct from now. ]
If we're just being used by her, well, that's simply how the City is. Perhaps she's looking for a world where her son hadn't died all those years ago. My dear mentor wasn't too keen to join us, for all she helped out.