A familial trait it seems, their fearsome tempers. Before she had met her grandmother (before she had truly developed her unique ability to garner information), Heartfire had often wondered how her parents, both far more kind and patient than she could ever hope to be, had produced a child like herself. However, it seems her father is the outlier in this family, not herself, though he had shown surprising insight when he had chosen to name his first daughter in honor of his mother.
Surprisingly enough, Scorch and Heartfire have gotten on well, despite their strong personalities. But, to be fair, Scorch has had far longer to learn how handle too similar relatives than has her youngest son.
If she had been privy to his thoughts, she might have laughed. She would also have informed him she doesn’t deal in stories, but rather in facts. Vision does not lie in the same way that memories do. Memories can shift and alter over time, but the things one has actually seen always remains the same. A thing impossible to dispute.
Given that fact, and what she knows of her uncle, she doesn’t hold high hopes. He seems to have a habit of sticking his foot in his mouth. Perhaps another day, when her patience has not already been so sorely tested, she would find him and they could converse like normal adults. His words give her pause however. She hadn’t expected the faint admission from him, and her eyes linger on him in consideration. A pang touches her heart, and in her distraction, pain flashes briefly across her features before she regains control.
It is a kind offer, but this is not a pain she can discuss with others. The death of a son is not something one simply overcomes, and despite all her feigned indifference, she is well aware every bit of her recent turmoil stems from that loss. Besides, she’s not entirely certain anyone who tried to confront her grief would survive the attempt.
After a silence that lasts just a little too long, she answers him in a level tone, giving nothing of her thoughts away. “I appreciate the offer, but this is not something anyone else can help me with.”
Let him make of that what he would.
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
