Xavier stares past her with watery eyes. ‘Why does the world feel the need to drop its weight upon my shoulders?’ he barely whispers. His mother strokes his hair.’Maybe it believes you can handle it,’...

Oh, Irrylath,Irrylath, we squaundered our two years together.

You think I’m deranged! How refreshing. Everyone here takes me so seriously, it’s a wonderful change to be thought mentally deficient.