[There was no fear in sidestepping the toll for Sunny: he trusted the Ferryman, and (maybe even more) he wanted to give memories up.
…Even when a certain conundrum of which applied in this instance.
Celehar was right though.
The teen nods in response.]
What… will you… do?
[He looks uncertainly at the man, almost wishing he could take the words back. Memories were painful, even happy ones. Sunny’s own ‘happy’ memories were tainted, tinged in shadow… what if Celehar was the same?]
no subject
…Even when a certain conundrum of which applied in this instance.
Celehar was right though.
The teen nods in response.]
What… will you… do?
[He looks uncertainly at the man, almost wishing he could take the words back. Memories were painful, even happy ones. Sunny’s own ‘happy’ memories were tainted, tinged in shadow… what if Celehar was the same?]