[ in turn, it's comforting to indulge like this. his brother, cursed with his blessing on his first breath, championed and deified before he even knew the shape of the burden he'd been forced to carry forever; Clive would burn before he denied Joshua any lightness of being.
affection wells in the back of his throat. ever since they reunited, Clive thinks he could cry from the sheer force of it. ]
No more difficult than things always are. The Desert Hare is as inscrutable as ever in the way he orchestrates things, but I believe in the goodness of his intentions.
Or, well. I'd like to believe in the goodness of his intentions. [ a light laugh here, not that Joshua can hear it. ] I suspect he thinks I'm easy to push around. I let him think it.
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affection wells in the back of his throat. ever since they reunited, Clive thinks he could cry from the sheer force of it. ]
No more difficult than things always are. The Desert Hare is as inscrutable as ever in the way he orchestrates things, but I believe in the goodness of his intentions.
Or, well. I'd like to believe in the goodness of his intentions. [ a light laugh here, not that Joshua can hear it. ] I suspect he thinks I'm easy to push around. I let him think it.