It wasn't that Victoria wanted Fraser to be in pain. Of course not. She loved him. No one wanted someone they loved to hurt.
But Charles was right - pain purified. It was necessary, sometimes. "They can't see," she agreed quietly, arms wrapped tightly around her body, holding in warmth. "They're so blind sometimes. What should be so obvious they run around trying to change. As if it mattered." A grim little smile crossed her face and Victoria shook her head. "They need to be lead. Out of love, out of sacrifice, sometimes we have to do things for them that we'd never do for ourselves."
Go places you'd never dream of going. Touch depths, walk in dark, that you'd have sworn would tear you apart. For them. For what you were together.
"Sometimes I wish there was a way out." The admission was made quietly, her lips quirking up at one corner. "That I could walk away, could forget him. Forget all of it. Like he has me. How is it fair that I'm trapped, that the memory of him holds me in like a shroud, and he so easily forgets?"
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Date: 2008-01-26 12:53 am (UTC)But Charles was right - pain purified. It was necessary, sometimes. "They can't see," she agreed quietly, arms wrapped tightly around her body, holding in warmth. "They're so blind sometimes. What should be so obvious they run around trying to change. As if it mattered." A grim little smile crossed her face and Victoria shook her head. "They need to be lead. Out of love, out of sacrifice, sometimes we have to do things for them that we'd never do for ourselves."
Go places you'd never dream of going. Touch depths, walk in dark, that you'd have sworn would tear you apart. For them. For what you were together.
"Sometimes I wish there was a way out." The admission was made quietly, her lips quirking up at one corner. "That I could walk away, could forget him. Forget all of it. Like he has me. How is it fair that I'm trapped, that the memory of him holds me in like a shroud, and he so easily forgets?"