Georgia | Cuthbert
You understand it, don't you? I got proper angry at folk at home who thought the way to deal with it was to hound him about his obligations and the fact that he's someday to be dinh, as if reminding him of that fact would help. As he's concerned, Alain and I can manage things as long as it takes, until he's ready although I never knew how much of a burden it was, not properly and you're right, he's more to us than just Steven Deschain's son, he's our...we're ka-tet. It matters.
You seem strong to me, for what it's worth. Being damaged? That doesn't change the strength of your character, no more than a physical wound would.
I don't know. I reckon that's the sort of question it's not possible to answer. If I were seeing other than what was set before me, I'd not know it, to be able to admit to it. Denial's a danger, but that's a dishonesty with oneself and after a fashion the man who's in denial knows it.
I suppose not. We don't have those drugs, for one thing. The medicine here is a proper marvel, it made it even harder when I was back home, seeing folk die of things that wouldn't have been fatal here.