Oh, how I've tried to get you out of my head
And I lie broken in words I said
And I lie broken in words I said
Everyone in Caido had their own burden to bear, and it would seem that Phoebe was no different, except that in her case, she was stuck in a state of perpetual limbo, never knowing the fates of her family. Which was worse, he wondered? To know and mourn, or to not know and hold onto false hope? If he had the choice, he wasn't sure which he'd choose.
"I'm sorry," he said of her losses, understanding evident in his tone. It was difficult to imagine, having to live life without knowing the fates of one's loved ones, without even the chance of finding out whether they were alive or dead. He wondered, briefly, if perhaps the gods could help, could at least provide some answers, but then he reconsidered. Would answers really help in this kind of situation, or would it only make things worse?
Shaking himself, he returned Phoebe's small smile. "That's the idea," he agreed. "I don't want to forget," he added, taking one last look at the portrait before moving to another box. "I just... want to move forward. Is that terrible?"
"I'm sorry," he said of her losses, understanding evident in his tone. It was difficult to imagine, having to live life without knowing the fates of one's loved ones, without even the chance of finding out whether they were alive or dead. He wondered, briefly, if perhaps the gods could help, could at least provide some answers, but then he reconsidered. Would answers really help in this kind of situation, or would it only make things worse?
Shaking himself, he returned Phoebe's small smile. "That's the idea," he agreed. "I don't want to forget," he added, taking one last look at the portrait before moving to another box. "I just... want to move forward. Is that terrible?"
Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began
Standing where it all began
Liam
