father of mine

Speaking of Motif hurt both of them, and deep down Rhyme was ashamed of his inability to remain in the field to search for her. The eruption put a huge kink in his carefully laid out plans. He tried to offer his comfort, but none of them would rest easy until Motif was home safe. He chuckled sadly as she disagreed with him. He’d maybe held out too much hope that she had retained some of her childhood innocence and hope. Of course, too much had happened for that.

Rhyme offered a sad chuckle as she called him on his words. ”No, and certainly not in the way we intend them to either. If I tell myself anything else the world seems to get darker.” Figuratively and literally. The skies remained dark above them. ”We can’t know the future, but it helps me to hope for the best.”