Georgia | Cuthbert
You're modest, so you are, and not in that false affected way but truly, like - you don't even realize when you're...look at it this way. You're not perfect, say true. You've any number of bad traits, like that damned stubbornness. Those as know you can see them. Only we can also see your good ones, and this is one of them and it does no harm to recognize it.
I know she thinks that, why else would I tease her about popkins? That doesn't account for half the intensity of the dislike as-was, though. And Michael? He's a hypocrite, which is bad, and a hypocrite in the guise of a cleric, which is worse.
Is he...he may be, given enough time. It was...it broke him as I wouldn't have imagined anything could have. There was a girl he loved. Deeper than I think I can rightly understand, the one I used to complain of, that she distracted him. His heart was hers, though, and she - she was a far better person than I ever gave her credit for. We were imprisoned, Roland and Alain and I, and she aided our escape. Might well have saved our lives.
Gods, Georgia, they burnt her for it and I don't know if Roland will ever again be as he was even if he's talking now and not just...and I don't even know how to help him and what a poor sort of second that makes me.