I apologize to those of you who have reached out to me and may feel that I have spurned your presence. The company of my sisters and brothers has been painful to me since my censure. You all have been very kind and loving, but it is a truth of guilt that kindness can be the most difficult thing to accept. I deserve avoidance and scorn, not comfort and forgiveness. I believe, however, I have begun to find some of…
I am in disgrace. I confess it before all of you, that although my seniors have been lenient with me, I did not deserve it. What I have done crossed a boundary that I never suspected that I would cross. I am horrified that I would so insult one of my own brothers. But I must tell the whole story. Last night, Lubos came to me to tell me that the engagement party Freya had so feared was occurring that…
This time, when Pamela told Rohan not to touch her, he listened. They sat down across from one another at the café. It was the first place he ever took her out when they came to this city together, and it has since become their favorite place to meet thanks to its location almost directly between their two workplaces. This time, however, I think that Pamela was only thinking of its very visible front patio, positioned as it is on…
Several weeks ago, I received a comment on this work that told me how prone I am to talk, rather than action. It is true—like many of my brethren, I spend my energy on thought and analysis, always so concerned that I understand what is happening. I have come to believe now that I have missed an opportunity, that I was so worried about seeing Pamela’s point of view that I have allowed her to be hurt. No more. I…
Rohan made Pamela very angry today. She received a message from him in the morning, one that he spent several hours working on. Perhaps I should have discouraged him from sending it, but I thought he deserved the chance to prove himself. Pamela disagreed. In the message, he told Pamela that he loved her and asked her to put her faith in him. He empathized with her feeling lost and not knowing what she wanted from him, but he begged…
I now understand what the humans mean when they talk of a broken heart. It has nothing to do with the physical function of that organ, but with the way it makes them feel. In their moments of suffering, the humans feel their isolation and imperfection; they understand best in those dark times that they are trapped in a world where evil hunts them, and the only things that can truly protect them are themselves. In those times, when the…