You'd have me bridle my tongue. Listen more to what others might say, what it is they're striving for, even if the means--aren't what I'd wish.
[easy to do--frighteningly easy to do--with the rebels, and yet he can't give up the matter of blood magic; when had he become so judgmental of his own side of this thing?]
See how that might be knit together into the ends we're all seeking. Without force.
no subject
[he'd died at seventeen. of course.
a span of silence follows. then:]
You'd have me bridle my tongue. Listen more to what others might say, what it is they're striving for, even if the means--aren't what I'd wish.
[easy to do--frighteningly easy to do--with the rebels, and yet he can't give up the matter of blood magic; when had he become so judgmental of his own side of this thing?]
See how that might be knit together into the ends we're all seeking. Without force.