It really was a family trait, the stubbornness. Henrik had a feeling it was one of those that they’d never get rid of either. “But love can’t just stop. Not a mother’s love.” Could it? It didn’t make sense to him how Esther could ever stop loving any of them. Mikael, sure. Their father was never a nice man, he was hardly a fair man, but their mom...Henrik thought she’d loved them. He felt loved by her.
“I don’t like the future.” It was twisted, everyone was hurting in it. The happiness they had seemed to be forever overshadowed by everything in the past. He didn’t know how they lived like that. He never wanted to live like that. One century of pain and happiness would be enough for him. He didn’t want one thousand years of it.
“Maybe all of the years twisted her mind or something?” It had done something to his siblings, he knew that much. It’d make sense if it did something to their mother as well.