I know it should be the right choice. So why does it feel so very, very wrong?

I've promised this to my boys... I've said it before... and although sometimes circumstances screw me (and them) over, I will always do everything in my power to keep this promise.

I will be there. It may only be online, or over a phone... it may take me time to get there, because life isn't easy and convenient... I may not be perfect, I may not always be cheerful and wonderful.

But if it's important, if you ask, I'll be there.

I wouldn't - I can't refuse you that. I care too much.

*sighs softly*

I'm still trying my best to let this whole tangle calm down, to wait it out. I don't want to be the Huntress, not when it keeps being painfuly (and I do mean painfully, it's a knifeblade through my heart) obvious that it's not what he wants and perhaps not what he needs, either.

Kquen tahrest. Epeta gerath.

*shrugs*

I can't stop caring and I can't stop wanting and I can't stop my willingness to protect. Wish I could... it'd be easier to calm down and back off if I wasn't falling head-over-heels and wasn't so damned desperate to make him smile.