This is certainly the thing that makes you so disagreeable, he wrote, referencing the first time he heard that word in Cylvan’s suite on Imbolc. Soon, Saffron would show Cylvan his own annotations. The notes Saffron left in improved handwriting, text occasionally blurred with loosed tears as he wallowed in his own loneliness. Just trying to find a single thing to hold himself together, finding comfort in the words of fantastical tales just like he once did with Derdriu, Naoise, Niamh, Oisín.
the hubris 🤧
