@the-king-of-the-wind //
❝ you are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy. ❞ @ mithos
How was it that Richard always seemed to know what to say? The words bring Mithos to a pause, and though lips were parted as if to speak, no words would rise up. It was because he wasn’t so sure how to respond to Richard; he had considered himself to be weak for quite some time now, especially when his actions had been made meaningless at the loss of his sister for the rest of time. He stands there, quietly, and it takes some time before he even shakes his head.
“But I’m... I’m not strong,”
“I’m tired, Richard...
I don’t want to be here, not anymore. The only reason I keep going now is because my sister would want me to. I’ve already done enough to upset her, so I... I want to do this for her.”
He was weak. He wasn’t doing any of this because of his own strength. It was his sister that helped him, even if she was no longer here with him. He had disappointed her before, so now... now he wanted to do something. He couldn’t exactly just lay down and expect to die again either.












