( ... it's pretty good advice. and it's a box of memories that she has tried to leave closed, but the further she'd got from her hurt and her anger, the more willing she's been to allow herself to see, maybe, that the end didn't ruin the rest.
she was unfair to him. maybe they were unfair to each other. but it was never all that. the betrayal she had felt, the way it had felt as if her whole world had come undone around her ears, that every good thing now was tainted— did it have to be? they had loved each other. and they had been friends. he had been one of her most important friends, once, before she imagined him being anything else. )
He was the first person who talked about my elfblood like it was a good thing.
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she was unfair to him. maybe they were unfair to each other. but it was never all that. the betrayal she had felt, the way it had felt as if her whole world had come undone around her ears, that every good thing now was tainted— did it have to be? they had loved each other. and they had been friends. he had been one of her most important friends, once, before she imagined him being anything else. )
He was the first person who talked about my elfblood like it was a good thing.