💚what does my muse get envious over? (Tristan!)
A world-weary sigh, and slight slump in stance, there was no thought necessary to find the answer, only in how to explain the weight of it.
"Some things you take for granted your whole life, it's always there, it's safe, and warm, and feels so permanent. Everyone around you has it, it's a given. And then you wake up one day and it... isn't. It's gone. To no fanfare, no fire or brimstone, barely a whisper, it's not even... a, a footnote of news to anyone else. You're the only one to mourn, or remember. Or at least it feels like it."
His breath shakes for a moment, he still can't look up to meet any eyes, but he continues, "There's no one to remember my family or friends but me, there aren't even graves. And life still passes on, and people still have families to go home to, and I can't help but... hate them a little for it."
(( A lot of people remember the last calamity, the various wars, the ends of days, and everyone that was lost to them. Not many people even think about Baldesion just disappearing, along with everyone on it. He never quite got the catharsis of mutual mourning or remembrance, all he sees is people having happy families to fall back on, after he lost his. ))
