“You should not have meddled.”
Sevir smiled helplessly. RuIng shook his head.
“I was reading on this thing yesterday. It is called a hero’s complex.”
Sevir suddenly burst into laughter, “how did you come across that?”
RuIng looked away, “I… I was reading… one of her journals.”
Sevir’s smile vanished. “She did not have a hero’s complex. She said it was her responsibility, her tribulation that had seeped into the very definition of who she was. If you could have seen her, you would know. With her, there was never a lazy day. There was never a childhood or adolescence, there was only training, living responsibly with the abilities I had. Every day was about aligning mind, body, and soul. Dad always told her to take his easy, sighed and let me off the hook as soon as she had to run for work.”
RuIng snapped. “You talk rarely of her. How would I know?”