[ If there is anything that Kasumi Aoi firmly believes, it is that, no matter the years, no matter the trials, no matter her own personal feelings where it concerns her son: she is his mother, will always be his mother, and every step she has taken since she picked herself up from her own fall back in Hikaru Shinta's twenty-seventh cycle, it is done with his best interests at heart.
Theirs is not a perfect relationship, and it is her opinion that any mother who has illusions that such a thing is possible is projecting expectations that are unfair, both to themselves and to their child.
This is why she has kept her silence, even as whispers reached her ears of the events that have transpired in Colina de las Espadas. Even as she feels through the Warden connection that there is a heaviness that he will not speak of, a heartache he cannot voice, and that he is, to put it simply, not as well as those who have not watched him for as long as she ( and a handful few, ) would presume.
( Perhaps -- just... perhaps -- if things were not so complex between them given then and what the years afterwards held for them both, she would have reached out to him the way the other Wardens wish to, out of concern. But then again, she is not that kind of woman. )
So she bides her time, lights the pipe that was given as a gift so very long ago, and turns her gaze out her window towards the rest of Seigi. She does this, even as their leader draws up the psychic walls around him like a thick cloak.
She can wait. The patient know that it is always good to wait.
When that knock comes, she bows her chin and takes a long and satisfying puff to relax herself before she lifts her face towards the direction of her door. Does she really need to say out loud that you may enter? You know her habits as she knows yours. ]
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Theirs is not a perfect relationship, and it is her opinion that any mother who has illusions that such a thing is possible is projecting expectations that are unfair, both to themselves and to their child.
This is why she has kept her silence, even as whispers reached her ears of the events that have transpired in Colina de las Espadas. Even as she feels through the Warden connection that there is a heaviness that he will not speak of, a heartache he cannot voice, and that he is, to put it simply, not as well as those who have not watched him for as long as she ( and a handful few, ) would presume.
( Perhaps -- just... perhaps -- if things were not so complex between them given then and what the years afterwards held for them both, she would have reached out to him the way the other Wardens wish to, out of concern. But then again, she is not that kind of woman. )
So she bides her time, lights the pipe that was given as a gift so very long ago, and turns her gaze out her window towards the rest of Seigi. She does this, even as their leader draws up the psychic walls around him like a thick cloak.
She can wait. The patient know that it is always good to wait.
When that knock comes, she bows her chin and takes a long and satisfying puff to relax herself before she lifts her face towards the direction of her door. Does she really need to say out loud that you may enter? You know her habits as she knows yours. ]