[He settles, the mountain making himself into a molehill and considered Miles. He knew. His Lady had entrusted Miles to him. And one day, out of nowhere, shortly after Miles was born, they gave him a secret. Miles was his. His frustration, his headache, his greater task. It's not redemption. There's no redemption.
But there is this.
Miles was nearly weeping. It was a rare sight, never put on. It wasn't in the child's formidable armory of manipulation and games. Water was honest with this one.
His hands clenched and released, jaw set. He was never strong with words, wasn't any bloody Vor. So he picked them, careful, brushing gold out of dirt.]
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But there is this.
Miles was nearly weeping. It was a rare sight, never put on. It wasn't in the child's formidable armory of manipulation and games. Water was honest with this one.
His hands clenched and released, jaw set. He was never strong with words, wasn't any bloody Vor. So he picked them, careful, brushing gold out of dirt.]
It's loud, right?