Tren: On Catastrophe
When will you stop getting into these messes?
You asked the question, my love, and I can tell you the answer right away.
The answer is: never.
And that’s okay. I love you anyway. Just try not to actually get yourself killed, all right? You were not trying very hard on that day. You thought yourself harm-proof, I am sure of it, as you stood there standing guard over your weary diggers while death descended from the skies.
I have never been more proud — or more annoyed.
I may have muttered something like damned fool as I hung over your poor bloodied body splayed lifeless in the wet sand. I had a fistful of draykon bone and the draykoni were stirring around me, but what did that matter, when you were dying?
The air was full of fire, too. I called your name, over an
