“… I despise the earth’s paths prepared for their ground’s leaders… yet I want my lung to earn happiness more than I despise such path… If you let her womb blossom again… if you allow Ewelina to have the offspring I deprived her of… and if she somehow allows me to be the one to grant such offspring to grow within her….. let my Fatædi live without facing these traditions… and I am to do anything your core desires. I’ll give my life, spirit and force in exchange for it.”
Tears, even as he attempted to harden his hurt feelings, fell from his amber as he stood strong requesting the core’s mercy, and one of the many, fell on the white of the ground he stood at… provoking the cascades under the waters to turmoil in resonance to the determination concealed in his deepest.
