Fitz nods, asking with curiosity. "You have hope that you will be able to
predict, once more? Even though we're past the future you had foreseen?"
He knows how much it means to his friend to be able to see what will come.
To be able to attempt to choose between this or that or ten thousand other
options, to try to steer the world in this fashion or that. It must make
the Fool quite afraid, and his heart lurches in empathy at that fear.
Fitz knows that it has been the Fool's purpose in life from childhood. His
own feelings on the subject are mixed, at best; he has seen others hurt,
including the Fool, too many times.
A headshake. "I am still furious at you," he says wryly. "And yet I left
you behind in Buck Town, similarly for your own good. I understand it,
Fool. I do not like it, yet I understand it. You had thought to propel me
into Molly's arms. It was not quite that simple, which is not your fault."
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Fitz nods, asking with curiosity. "You have hope that you will be able to predict, once more? Even though we're past the future you had foreseen?"
He knows how much it means to his friend to be able to see what will come. To be able to attempt to choose between this or that or ten thousand other options, to try to steer the world in this fashion or that. It must make the Fool quite afraid, and his heart lurches in empathy at that fear.
Fitz knows that it has been the Fool's purpose in life from childhood. His own feelings on the subject are mixed, at best; he has seen others hurt, including the Fool, too many times.
A headshake. "I am still furious at you," he says wryly. "And yet I left you behind in Buck Town, similarly for your own good. I understand it, Fool. I do not like it, yet I understand it. You had thought to propel me into Molly's arms. It was not quite that simple, which is not your fault."