[ When did being sensible become heartless? Because that isn't how Owen's words strike him. He's right. He's falling for the game's trap, doing exactly what it wants him to, and it's so hard not to... so, so hard...

Fandaniel's rage falters, his anger sputtering, and his expression falls. Tired, he's so tired. He can still hear her, giggling and playing. It's easy to imagine his sister just around the bend, out of sight, alive and well.

It breaks his heart more than anything. ]

...I am aware. [ How quickly that rage burned out, but it's for the best, isn't it? ] That is what I should be doing, only it feels that every time I think I have buried her and my family, something new decides to rip that wound wide open.