Diary: Page Twenty-seven
Jul. 28th, 2006 11:30 amI forget sometimes, just how young they all are. They’re trolls, first off, and how am I supposed to know just by looking at them?
It’s more than that, though. I fight alongside them, listen to them talk, when they’re willing to share, and so much has happened to them already, too much of it bad.
When I was their age, I still lived on our farm. I dreamt of true love and kept my eyes and ears closed to my mother’s plan to trade me for a title. I hadn’t gone through anything even remotely close to what they’ve survived.
I guess, to do so, they had to grow up so fast in so many ways. It takes me by surprise then, to find the ways that they haven’t. The ways in which they are still so young.
Death changes people, Tabaqui, that’s true. But so does life, frequently in far worse and more painful ways.
It’s more than that, though. I fight alongside them, listen to them talk, when they’re willing to share, and so much has happened to them already, too much of it bad.
When I was their age, I still lived on our farm. I dreamt of true love and kept my eyes and ears closed to my mother’s plan to trade me for a title. I hadn’t gone through anything even remotely close to what they’ve survived.
I guess, to do so, they had to grow up so fast in so many ways. It takes me by surprise then, to find the ways that they haven’t. The ways in which they are still so young.
Death changes people, Tabaqui, that’s true. But so does life, frequently in far worse and more painful ways.