Rhydian;
I need air.
That's the lie I told myself for leaving the hut. But the truth is, I was overwhelmed.
I was overwhelmed because Koda's damn wisdom kept ringing in my skull like a fucking bell.
He has this way of talking like he's eighty years old and was carved from ancient oak.
Meanwhile, I'm… just me.
A mess with claws, basically.
He's so… put together and mature and… it's no wonder Elián was happy to marry him. I'm a joke compared to my brother… and it stings.
I walk through Gravemaw with my hands in my pockets and my feet kicking pebbles like a child as I think about the way my older brother grabbed my chin and told me I am "more than my scars."
His fucking perfection
With his fucking perfect, fatherly aura.
He always says the right thing.
And it always lands exactly where I don't want it to.
