And she knew that sounded harsh. Or perhaps it was because she didn't know that was the name he'd chosen. Why? Was it somehow better suited to him? Something to do with what he'd gotten himself into, perhaps? She doubted she should be calling her son's devotion to his people into question. It just couldn't be that.
When she realised how tense she grew, how she even thought to lash out at Haytham for something he didn't seem to know the better of, she took a step back, slipped her right foot behind her left. As if she'd meant to run, which once more she entertained.
"But if it's what he wishes to be called, then it will be so."
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And she knew that sounded harsh. Or perhaps it was because she didn't know that was the name he'd chosen. Why? Was it somehow better suited to him? Something to do with what he'd gotten himself into, perhaps? She doubted she should be calling her son's devotion to his people into question. It just couldn't be that.
When she realised how tense she grew, how she even thought to lash out at Haytham for something he didn't seem to know the better of, she took a step back, slipped her right foot behind her left. As if she'd meant to run, which once more she entertained.
"But if it's what he wishes to be called, then it will be so."