She can feel the weight of her contemplation, the arguments turning over inside her mind. It’s odd, she thinks, to struggle to find reasons to bring aid to one’s own brother. Heartfire is, on the surface, calm and calculating. Many would even say ruthless. But ultimately, a flesh and blood heart that feels just as well as the next still beats inside her chest. And her family had settled closely inside, claiming the largest portions of her love and care. A family she would never hesitate to do what she could to aid them. Few beyond them could ever hope to claim a piece of it, though it’s not entirely outside the realm of possibility.
In that respect, she thinks that perhaps they are very different. It’s curious though, rather than unsettling. Drawing her attention in a way few rarely do.
He’s a good person. For a moment, Heartfire merely watches her, letting the limited argument hang in the air between them. As though waiting for an aside or afterthought. There are many good souls in this world. It is a thing thing that can hardly be considered unique or suggestive of special treatment. Heartfire has never been intentionally cruel, but if she went out of her way to help every good person that crossed her path, she could spend her life lost in their plights.
“Is he dying?” she finally asks, her tone as neutral as her expression. It’s unclear whether an affirmative would sway her opinions, but it’s worth consideration. Especially for a man she does not know and likely would never have needed to know otherwise.
There are plenty of others who would have helped him, no questions asked. Heartfire suspects it is merely convenience that had inspired Kora to ask her rather than another who might be more inclined. She cannot fault her for that. Even so, she does wonder, what is that convenience worth to her?
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
