[They don't speak of those who they've lost - the single, single person they have lost who had the audacity to matter in a capacity they could not fully comprehend until long after their passing. It would be pointless to be angry over a thing like that, to be bitter over a thing like that, to feel cheated or - it would make little sense, and so they disregard it.]
[Their friend.]
[The sole person they could call friend, in Buried Time.]
[The Drifter kneels on the sand. Retrieves a stick of driftwood, and begins to sketch out a silhouette: a helm concealing all features but the twin points of peering eyes, a cloak with a thick ruff of fur about the neck and shoulders, a broad-shouldered shape with a powerful stance.]
did not know them long
[That is a sorry admission to make, but a true one. They didn't know them long, really.]
no subject
[They don't speak of those who they've lost - the single, single person they have lost who had the audacity to matter in a capacity they could not fully comprehend until long after their passing. It would be pointless to be angry over a thing like that, to be bitter over a thing like that, to feel cheated or - it would make little sense, and so they disregard it.]
[Their friend.]
[The sole person they could call friend, in Buried Time.]
[The Drifter kneels on the sand. Retrieves a stick of driftwood, and begins to sketch out a silhouette: a helm concealing all features but the twin points of peering eyes, a cloak with a thick ruff of fur about the neck and shoulders, a broad-shouldered shape with a powerful stance.]
did not know them long
[That is a sorry admission to make, but a true one. They didn't know them long, really.]
[Just long enough to miss them.]