[The same was true for Bruce in reverse. His life was an unending string of tragedies, a continual confirmation of every fear he'd ever dared to believe might not come true. But that wasn't all it was, and he was aware, he knew, that the brightness he did find was due to others that didn't think the same way he did. Betty was a shining example of that in his memory, but all along the years of his traveling he'd run into people here and there who helped him for no reason whatsoever, often when they didn't even speak the same language.
And since coming to Tu Vishan, he'd had that cemented. The idea that he didn't have to live in isolation, teetering on the edge of despondency, if he let others in.]
Maybe not. [A beat of silence, as his gaze flicks over to Jack, before he goes on,] But I appreciate it where I find it.
Re: action;
And since coming to Tu Vishan, he'd had that cemented. The idea that he didn't have to live in isolation, teetering on the edge of despondency, if he let others in.]
Maybe not. [A beat of silence, as his gaze flicks over to Jack, before he goes on,] But I appreciate it where I find it.