Still soft, still gentle, his hand rising to cover Ram’s still gripping his shirt so hard that he worries he’s going to burst into flames.
He sees how he loves him. He sees it, he understands it. It isn’t fair, and all things aren’t equal. He’s at the end, Ram’s still near the beginning.
“But you have to live.”
That’s the crux of it; Rama has to live. He has love still waiting for him, a mission, duty, a life that could be lived just as fully. Crozier left those things and chose his isolation. There’s nothing for him after this, and that’s by choice. That’s how it must be.
If you go back tomorrow, I will have been happy. Gratitude among the sorrow, sweet nostalgia paired with loneliness. Both things can be exist inside a man’s brain.
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“Of course I see it, of course.”
Still soft, still gentle, his hand rising to cover Ram’s still gripping his shirt so hard that he worries he’s going to burst into flames.
He sees how he loves him. He sees it, he understands it. It isn’t fair, and all things aren’t equal. He’s at the end, Ram’s still near the beginning.
“But you have to live.”
That’s the crux of it; Rama has to live. He has love still waiting for him, a mission, duty, a life that could be lived just as fully. Crozier left those things and chose his isolation. There’s nothing for him after this, and that’s by choice. That’s how it must be.
If you go back tomorrow, I will have been happy. Gratitude among the sorrow, sweet nostalgia paired with loneliness. Both things can be exist inside a man’s brain.