( Half-laughing, rueful, ) Now you sound like my uncle. He’s always so steady and philosophical and shit.
( But they’re such comforting words. If she could carve them into her memory, always remember them… There’s another twist in her chest. Astrid’s always been homesick, but for the first time she can imagine something else. There would definitely be holdfolk who’d be scornful and furious about what happened, but uncle Pike, at least, would be patient and kind.
Maybe she’ll write to him, someday. )
They live longer than most normal animals — the effect of the spirit, I think, don’t ask me how the fuck it works — but they do die eventually, yeah. It’s just… it should be natural, y’know? At home in the mountains, either from old age or normal sickness or fighting other animals. An honourable death. Not wasting away from Fade shit, going crazy next to a rift. He didn’t deserve that. But yeah. You’re right.
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( But they’re such comforting words. If she could carve them into her memory, always remember them… There’s another twist in her chest. Astrid’s always been homesick, but for the first time she can imagine something else. There would definitely be holdfolk who’d be scornful and furious about what happened, but uncle Pike, at least, would be patient and kind.
Maybe she’ll write to him, someday. )
They live longer than most normal animals — the effect of the spirit, I think, don’t ask me how the fuck it works — but they do die eventually, yeah. It’s just… it should be natural, y’know? At home in the mountains, either from old age or normal sickness or fighting other animals. An honourable death. Not wasting away from Fade shit, going crazy next to a rift. He didn’t deserve that. But yeah. You’re right.