[ A small knot loosens in her, for reasons she can't quite explain. Gale could have easily dismissed her, told her it wasn't real, that it all meant nothing. (The same shield she'd considered erecting, instead of offering him her vulnerability.)
He offers Shadowheart a gentle reflection, instead. Easier to hear--and say--all of this in writing, where he can't see her getting misty-eyed again. ]
You know, I canβt recall having many, either. After my folly, only a few tried to visit me, and I suspect that was largely to see how far Iβd fallen.
[ in fairness, the old gale had been self-aggrandising and prideful. he wouldnβt begrudge them the satisfaction now.
since shadowheart seems open to talking, he pushes a bit further. ]
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He offers Shadowheart a gentle reflection, instead. Easier to hear--and say--all of this in writing, where he can't see her getting misty-eyed again. ]
You're a good friend, Gale.
I can't remember having many of those, either.
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After my folly, only a few tried to visit me, and I suspect that was largely to see how far Iβd fallen.
[ in fairness, the old gale had been self-aggrandising and prideful. he wouldnβt begrudge them the satisfaction now.
since shadowheart seems open to talking, he pushes a bit further. ]
I imagine this is all very difficult for you.