I was annoyed with myself for prattling on; I must have sounded incredibly insufferable.
Kael shook his head slightly, his tone devoid of any shift. "Keep going."
It felt more like an interrogation, prompting me to confess more than I intended. I told him all about my plans for the documentary and my intention to fulfill my father's dying wish. After rambling for a while, I asked, "Do you think filming it this way works?"
It was strange; I was the professional, yet I found myself subconsciously seeking his approval. I hadn't even noticed how much I'd come to depend on him.
Kael said simply, "If you want to do it, then do it."
Those simple words gave me endless strength and filled me with certainty about the future. I smiled at him genuinely. "Thank you, Kael."
I pulled up one of my f
