The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
While it was true Nova couldn't imagine how her brother could handle bearing the burden of the public image that had been forged for him, she also thought he'd carried it with such courage up until this point that it took her aback to hear him speak the way he did. He sounded so... defeated. It didn't occur to her at all that he might be referring to something else, not even when he mentioned her children. She did briefly think it a little odd but then decided on second thought that it was perfectly normal to think she'd find solace in her children for any sort of sadness. Truthfully she didn't use her children or even the thought of them as a balm for her melancholy, she enjoyed wallowing in it far too much.
I suppose. It felt wrong to lie but she could hardly say 'no' as though she didn't care for her children. Besides she was more interested now in hearing about his suffering. Does it trouble you greatly? It sounded as though it did but he hadn't explicitly said it was a consistent source of misery. Nova felt guilty for not having noticed that he was sad, if she'd known perhaps she could've helped somehow...
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