[ She lets the words sink in, allows herself to take comfort that they come from Rethe, who would never say anything unless he was fairly sure that it was true. ]
Do you-- [ she presses an open palm to her forehead; takes a breath, centers her being. ] --does it ever really come easy?
no subject
Do you-- [ she presses an open palm to her forehead; takes a breath, centers her being. ] --does it ever really come easy?
Forgiveness.
It feels like a cop-out, when it does.