[It's always such a fragile thing, to watch Urianger smile. Far more polite, far more patient he could ever be. Ugh. But it's a comfort of its own, even if it feels undeserved, and his lips quirk in response.]
It's all we can hope for. And I'd still like to believe there will never be folly in hoping. For those we can yet save. [Even if they are among those now lost.]
I suppose we did want to let the wind take us on our way, when it was all over. Maybe I should think to complain about its starting choice for locale.
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It's all we can hope for. And I'd still like to believe there will never be folly in hoping. For those we can yet save. [Even if they are among those now lost.]
I suppose we did want to let the wind take us on our way, when it was all over. Maybe I should think to complain about its starting choice for locale.