#Devon would vibe with me until it clicks that im the reason his best friend Maxlar is miserable

[snootlestheangel]

Part One. Part Two

It seems so strange to me, to have him sitting across from me laughing and joking like I wasn't responsible for his best friend's misery. He asked a lot of questions, mostly about certain choices I had made for him and his friends. I had sheepishly explained that sometimes those things just come to me and they feel perfect, that there's no real rhyme or reason half the time.

He seems content with that, content with the knowledge that even I am not in control.

"Does he get a happy ever after?" He asks, so out of the blue from the lighthearted nature of our conversation. I try to smile at him, but he sees right through me. A quiet nod and his lips press together tightly.

"Makes sense. Whishlings aren't very lucky creatures, are they?" He asks, looking at me with such despair in his eyes it hurts. What I wouldn't give for the loyalty of a dragon.

I shake my head no, there's no point in saying it out loud.

No point in stating the obvious and cruel way I have treated their world.