Triya 11
Series Name Triya
Tags Sennin, Triya
Triya 10 - Triya 12

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Getting to Port Angeles isn't going to be as easy as we had hoped, although frankly I'm not sure what Elden expected. There are only two options: going back the way we came, down around the entire Puget Sound, or finding a way across the water. Of course, ways across are few and far between thee days. He is determined, though, and when Elden gets a bug in his bonnet, he always follows through. One way or another.

He's grown far more distant since the Enclave. He hardly speaks at me, just points and grunts when he wants something, broods the rest of the time. Sometimes I just want to smack him and tell him to grow up. For an exceedingly old man, he can sure act like a child.

I'm not sure what I want from this anymore. When we set out I was so full of hope, burning with curiosity. I wanted to see the Old World, the ruins of my youth. I wanted to meet ghosts, maybe even literally. Now... it seems like it's just pulling me and Elden apart.

Do you have any family? Do you miss them? Did you ever know them?


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Elden is the only family I have. It took me a long time to know it, but he is the only family I will ever have. Everyone else dies. Even the few other Sennin who still live in the city will never quite get it. I really don't mean to be narcissistic, but... I'm unique. While the world grows and lives and dies around me, I will never grow up. I will never watch my children grown up.

I don't think I can lose him. But then... what could I do if I did?