“It’s like you don’t even care anymore!  But I know that can’t be true, because I could never stop caring, I could never forget what happened.  It’s with me everywhere I go, no matter what I do.  I could never be so cold.”

“Don’t you think I’ve already tried that a hundred times over?  It doesn’t matter, no matter what we do, either he dies, or they die, or worse!”

“Worse?”

“Yes, much worse!” he said quietly while sitting down on the half wall with his knees out, looking down at the muddy ground between his feet. Continue reading The Younger and Elder Conversation →