We are not...right. Even when we're happy, we're not right. (He frowns, trying to find the best words for what he feels; what he knows.) I want to hold you and Grandfather and our cousins so tight and at the same time, push you far from me.
I can say it's because I want to protect you, but that's not it. My spirit is like a fickle flame.
Only for a week. 8(
I can say it's because I want to protect you, but that's not it. My spirit is like a fickle flame.