...Of course I do. But I grew far more tired of their ignorance.
[His back remains turned to Frey. He cups a handful of the dirt and lets it slowly sift though his fingers to return to the earth, watching as it falls.] There was a time when I could stand up underneath the intolerance thrown down on me. No matter what happened, I could keep standing, because of the support from my sister and our companions. I believed change could take root.
[Then Martel had been killed. The words don't need to be spoken. They are palpable in the morning air.] ...The world knocked me down one time too many. Some crimes cannot be forgiven. Even...if I wanted to.
[But that exclusionary 'if' isn't as hard and definite as it should be. The thought has crossed his mind more than once through his long, winding existence, that he would be happier if he could let go.]
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[His back remains turned to Frey. He cups a handful of the dirt and lets it slowly sift though his fingers to return to the earth, watching as it falls.] There was a time when I could stand up underneath the intolerance thrown down on me. No matter what happened, I could keep standing, because of the support from my sister and our companions. I believed change could take root.
[Then Martel had been killed. The words don't need to be spoken. They are palpable in the morning air.] ...The world knocked me down one time too many. Some crimes cannot be forgiven. Even...if I wanted to.
[But that exclusionary 'if' isn't as hard and definite as it should be. The thought has crossed his mind more than once through his long, winding existence, that he would be happier if he could let go.]