He wasn't going to argue with the girl about her chosen beliefs. After all, many others had many different beliefs. Hell, even he and Sky didn't see eye to eye on their ideological beliefs. "Perhaps my belief in Rhiannon can be considered like you knowing..." he stumbled over the unfamiliar word, "lwa." After a moment, he added, "Just because we don't believe the same doesn't mean we can't be friends. Different ideas are what make the world go 'round."
Her words about him not feeling Tameri, but the memory made sense to the male. It was most obvious in the house that he and Sky shared, in the empty beds where the children slept. It was partly that which had led him to flee in the wake of the fight with his pregnant mate. He opened his mouth to say something mundane and inane, but her next words made him pause, a catch in his throat.
“Like when it hurts the living to be parted from the dead so bad that havin’ them back for just a little while will help their soul. ‘Til they can learn ta accept that they’re gone. Say their goodbyes ‘n stuff.” He hadn't really had a chance to say goodbye to the child. Her last sight on earth was the hate filled eyes of Liam, her last sensation not a comforting caress from loving family, but agony beyond mortal understanding. His gaze dropped to the pile of stones he'd erected to keep Sky from removing the skull again. If he could see her again, would he?
It was said Rhiannon wouldn't grant a wish that someone couldn't reach out to claim for themselves. If he had the chance to say goodbye to Tameri, to beg her forgiveness, would he? If he had the chance to reassure himself she didn't blame him, she didn't hate him, would he take it? His mother had been haunted once by the ghost of her former mate and their dead son; would he want to risk the same for Tameri?
And yet, what would he give to have Tameri tell her mother she would reach paradise in Rhiannon's arms? But what if Sky was right? The snowy scholar was torn, his gaze not leaving the pile of stones that marked the pup's tiny grave.
After a long time of struggling with himself, he spoke to Erzulie, his mis-matched eyes drifting up to her face, his heartache and anxiety plainly wrote in his gaze. "What would you have to do to do that?"
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