血妙 | she had seen that kind of grief before——the kind that lingers, that convinces you to reframe your peace with the world. compassion exacts a cost: to have known happiness is, inevitably, to someday carry its absence.
“what will you do now?” she asks @rueain. her question is earnest; not curiosity for curiosity's sake.
another prime minister will merely take their place; the cycle is doomed to repeat.










