Lady Nisha just stared at me and nodded. "Alright, you won. But you are still too young to understand that a mother's heart will always find a way to hope, even in the absence of her son." A sad smile touched her lips. "Some things, even logic cannot extinguish."
...I knew it all too well.
Many stories were latered with such devotion - mothers who waited decades for sons lost to wars, never accepting their death. Parents who searched endlessly for their missing children, clinging to the smallest hope that they might still be alive. Keeping an extra place at dinner for a child who might never return.
The list could go on.
Perhaps it was because of my stubbornness that made this decision so agonizing.
The part of me that wanted to protect them warring against that part that longed to return.
I couldn't tell which was impulsive and which was noble anymore.
"I-!"
