[private] between the lines of fear and blame | heartfire

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you He learns forward as she speaks, navy ears pricked alertly. She’s not seen this thing, she answers, but he has no doubt she has seen others. Gale’s knowledge of the past is limited to those images he has taken and the stories that Eyas has told him. There have been horrors before, their world has even been rent and reformed, but to Gale: this is the very worst his Beqanna had faced. Beneath her intent gaze, Gale feels rather exposed. He doesn’t shrink away (though nor does he meet her eyes for long periods). She smiles, but it is not reassuring.  Most of what she says makes no sense at all, but Gale nods. They make no sense now, he reminds himself, but he has not really thought about them yet. He’s just remembering them now, and there is no desire at all to refute her. With all his self-directed philosophizing, Gale has arrived at a similar conclusion himself. Understanding the motivations of others is most helpful, except…he still hasn’t quite figured out exactly how to discover them. While he has her here, and since she has brought up the topic herself, Gale continues in his habit of peppering the conversation with questions more often than responses of his own. “What if you don’t know what you want to achieve?” @[Heartfire]