[It’s what he wanted he reminds himself, as he takes in the single word he’s given and finds it less satisfying than he had hoped for.
She could have trained with anyone and could still do so with anyone, someone more patient and gentle and undemanding of which there was no shortage in Luceti. But she had chosen him, with steel in her jaw, despite his warning and the rules he had imposed.]
Is that your choice? Or one made on another’s behalf?
[He writes, while a dark, empty, hungry part of him fiercely insists it shouldn’t matter to him whether she's sure of what she is committing herself to or she's not, and far less when they couldn't call themselves friends. While that part urges him to take what he can get while he can get it and question nothing. If she still believed that his involvement in her studies of elemental spirits was worth more than her flesh, then so be it, he muses; she would have to live with the decision as did everyone else with their own.]
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She could have trained with anyone and could still do so with anyone, someone more patient and gentle and undemanding of which there was no shortage in Luceti. But she had chosen him, with steel in her jaw, despite his warning and the rules he had imposed.]
Is that your choice? Or one made on another’s behalf?
[He writes, while a dark, empty, hungry part of him fiercely insists it shouldn’t matter to him whether she's sure of what she is committing herself to or she's not, and far less when they couldn't call themselves friends. While that part urges him to take what he can get while he can get it and question nothing. If she still believed that his involvement in her studies of elemental spirits was worth more than her flesh, then so be it, he muses; she would have to live with the decision as did everyone else with their own.]