[ Matthias snorts, a sound suspiciously similar to how Trass does. ]
You talk all the time. What else am I supposed to do?
[ She's always pushing. He doesn't like to move, but there's no corner to be backed into. Just paces and paces of what's old and dying. It has to be rooted out, he knew this as a boy. Leave something exposed and the cold wind will cut it. Nina is the opposite. Nina is all brashness and whipcrack resolve, a summer sun that lingers too long in the sky. ]
[ He doesn't yet know what will survive it. Something will. Whether he likes it or not — when has anything in life asked him for that permission? ]
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You talk all the time. What else am I supposed to do?
[ She's always pushing. He doesn't like to move, but there's no corner to be backed into. Just paces and paces of what's old and dying. It has to be rooted out, he knew this as a boy. Leave something exposed and the cold wind will cut it. Nina is the opposite. Nina is all brashness and whipcrack resolve, a summer sun that lingers too long in the sky. ]
[ He doesn't yet know what will survive it. Something will. Whether he likes it or not — when has anything in life asked him for that permission? ]
Where are we going?