"That's right." Thalor looked Rick right in the eye.
"She's only one bad day away from giving up..."
"Fifty years of bottled-up grief, no emotional support, and taking care of wards she doesn't even care about anymore except out of duty."
"Why would she say no if the corruption gives her peace and takes away all of her pain?"
Sebastian floated down, forgetting about his notepad. He didn't use any of his usual sarcasm trying to talk to Rick right now because the situation is serious.
"Rick... Nerissa Abyssryn is eight hundred years old."
"She has endured wars, disasters, and political coups, yet fifty years of solitude following the greatest betrayal?"
"That kind of pain likely runs so deep that even time cannot mend it."
"I knew that this time you had to be completely honest about how you felt about her. She needs to get back in touch with herself before she can get back in touch with you."
