I spoke briefly, with Iever.

( He made me a lemon cheesecake. It was very good. )

I don't know why I told him all that. But I did.

It doesn't feel any different, having said it aloud. Any more or less true.

But now he knows about me. Essentially everything. Even the things I haven't told Cid, and likely never will. And the rest, I think, unfortunately... he can glean for himself.



Collen and Caleb are growing so quickly. We might need to talk about that... maybe apprenticing them elsewhere for a while.

I hate it. I don't want to let them go. But they're 11 now. Young men, soon. And while we will always be their family, we can't be their whole world. I see it in Cid, too. The realisation, and resignation, sometimes. There are times these days where he and I will be together, in the silence, and it's... the sensation is difficult to describe. As if we've become so old and still, that we've become the same thing.

I don't know where my mind is, these days.