Nel nodded, circling her hands around her own cup of tea, which was still too hot to contemplate drinking. It sounded like it had become an awful, bitter, tense situation for Even. Ienzo had got out earlier, and Even had tried to tough it out because....
Because why? Because he'd been married? Because some part of him was still trying to make the relationship work, against all reason and sense, from the sound of things.
She sighed. "You should have," she agreed. She wondered why the others had been content to take a traitor back. Was Axel, or Saix, that powerful and important to them? Were there other reasons Even couldn't comprehend?
"But it's hard to walk away from someone you've built a life with, especially when you've built it somewhere strange, so he's part of all you know about living there," she said, quietly, and gently.
She couldn't guess at why Saix had reconciled with Axel, but it had gone deeper than mere reconciliation from what she'd seen. Maybe the rift hadn't been that deep for them, or, more likely, the friendship before it had just been that strong.
"You're allowed to be hurt and angry, Even," she told him, with a faint, sorrowful smile. "You're even allowed to be bitter. You stayed there much longer than was good for you."
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Date: 2015-12-28 08:09 pm (UTC)Because why? Because he'd been married? Because some part of him was still trying to make the relationship work, against all reason and sense, from the sound of things.
She sighed. "You should have," she agreed. She wondered why the others had been content to take a traitor back. Was Axel, or Saix, that powerful and important to them? Were there other reasons Even couldn't comprehend?
"But it's hard to walk away from someone you've built a life with, especially when you've built it somewhere strange, so he's part of all you know about living there," she said, quietly, and gently.
She couldn't guess at why Saix had reconciled with Axel, but it had gone deeper than mere reconciliation from what she'd seen. Maybe the rift hadn't been that deep for them, or, more likely, the friendship before it had just been that strong.
"You're allowed to be hurt and angry, Even," she told him, with a faint, sorrowful smile. "You're even allowed to be bitter. You stayed there much longer than was good for you."