[ the water darkens, fouled by what they carried with them. he busies himself getting ends of his cape clean. alfred isn't handy to help him; he can't call on lucius for a replacement. once more, he owns nothing but what he carries on his back.
he will make it be enough. ]
Makes no difference if it did, [ he says evenly. ] My past is mine.
[ almost thirty years have edified him. it's his in a way little else is because he has not made a monument of the rest. his to remember and his to regret. ]
no subject
he will make it be enough. ]
Makes no difference if it did, [ he says evenly. ] My past is mine.
[ almost thirty years have edified him. it's his in a way little else is because he has not made a monument of the rest. his to remember and his to regret. ]