Staying here would certainly be preferable. (There's a part of him that feels like it should rebel at the thought; but he's tired of always being on the run, on the road.) They've got something defensible, something-- well, nice, honestly-- but with the chill weather they're out both food and income, and with the public blaming the Moira refugees for all the recent trouble... It's just a matter of time, he worries, before they're going to put all those defenses to the test.
But that's only half of what he's thinking, complicated and knotty as it his. He sighs at that not-question, which deserves an answer he can't quite compose. Not in any way that touches on all the layers of why he's all twisted up at the moment. So, he treats it as simply as he can.
"His wife died."
Saying so feels too much like gossip, it leaves him uneasy, but maybe that will make this make sense. Maybe not.
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Date: 2017-06-26 02:39 am (UTC)But that's only half of what he's thinking, complicated and knotty as it his. He sighs at that not-question, which deserves an answer he can't quite compose. Not in any way that touches on all the layers of why he's all twisted up at the moment. So, he treats it as simply as he can.
"His wife died."
Saying so feels too much like gossip, it leaves him uneasy, but maybe that will make this make sense. Maybe not.