She stops, expression twisting before she looks to Lakshmi. "Does it make you happy, being cruel so that you win? Lashing out always so you are the most clever?" Where is the wisdom in that? Where is the compassion? Less pride and concern with reputation, more learning, more faith.
But then, where had that line of thinking gotten Magni? One fiancee abandoning her, and a wife who thought so little of her and was so eager for the last word. Magni's head shakes very slightly. "I try. There is not shame in trying. And I left without saying where, because I went to get a gift for you. A surprise, so you would not feel alone."
Swallowing past her throat is hard, it feels hot, dry and rasping, and she can't look at Lakshmi, because she hurts. "I did not know you felt that way. That— being here was so— prison-like."
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Where is the wisdom in that? Where is the compassion? Less pride and concern with reputation, more learning, more faith.
But then, where had that line of thinking gotten Magni? One fiancee abandoning her, and a wife who thought so little of her and was so eager for the last word. Magni's head shakes very slightly. "I try. There is not shame in trying. And I left without saying where, because I went to get a gift for you. A surprise, so you would not feel alone."
Swallowing past her throat is hard, it feels hot, dry and rasping, and she can't look at Lakshmi, because she hurts. "I did not know you felt that way. That— being here was so— prison-like."