Jagged-edged parchment lays compressed between two pieces of shark hide, bound together by a cord of the same grey hide.
Saturday, 14 March 2015
When a Shark devolves and doesn't eat fish, is he still a Shark?
No.
I will not devolve into a babysitter. I am not one to mollycoddle others. Bluntness, precision, truth. Those are the qualities that I respect, and babysitting someone does not fall into line with that.
Achelle questioned when I became less than who I once was. When did I become someone that would simply babysit others? I did not have an answer for her. Since then, I've taken steps to throw off this chains of childish acquaintances. If others want to learn, so be it, but they had better expect the harshness of reality to come with those lessons.
Some, like Matilda, genuinely do not know better. Having led such a sheltered life, it is not her fault she has so many questions. Too many questions. It makes me crave for the Shadows, and so I find myself separated from others often. Now that the issue has been resolved, perhaps I will find solace. Then, when I am ready, I shall reach out again. If it is too late, so be it.