( Reality is not kind. It is even, as Gorre prefers to put it, cruel. But it is what it is, and Mithrun's not one to soften it. )
She killed your family, and she's pursuing you. You blamed yourself for it, at one point. You wanted to kill her, at another. But...
( Describing Sinclair's own feelings to him is where he hesitates, because he doesn't quite know how to parse them, nor how to summarize them. He supposes, in brief... )
... I think you found things more important than your anger and your grief.
( Without knowing loss, Sinclair can't know his own triumph, either. Lonely as it'd left Mithrun at some earlier point. )
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... It was real.
( Reality is not kind. It is even, as Gorre prefers to put it, cruel. But it is what it is, and Mithrun's not one to soften it. )
She killed your family, and she's pursuing you. You blamed yourself for it, at one point. You wanted to kill her, at another. But...
( Describing Sinclair's own feelings to him is where he hesitates, because he doesn't quite know how to parse them, nor how to summarize them. He supposes, in brief... )
... I think you found things more important than your anger and your grief.
( Without knowing loss, Sinclair can't know his own triumph, either. Lonely as it'd left Mithrun at some earlier point. )