never good enough

The silence that spanned between them was electric but luckily short-lived as she put forth her own voice and he did the same in return. Her ears were pressed seemingly permanently forward as she listened to his words, smiling a little as she thought of her own growing children. They were simply getting so large and becoming so terribly independent--it was to the point where she felt as if she were no longer needed in their lives anymore. Maybe, in one way or another, she wasn't.



"Your family--all of them--are welcome here any time, Kylar. And if you need help finding some of them or delivering the news, I'm always available to offer my aid." The celestial being gazed at the chocolate brute with passive scrutiny, gauging his reaction carefully. "But have you found the killer?" she inquired cautiously, mind skipping back to that subject and lingering on it, relatively troubled.