Trisden frowned and bit her lip, but still kept her gaze elevated. Helplessness, that was the worst thing about it all. When your actions counted for nothing, and prayers didn't work, what was left? Blind hope? How were you supposed to keep everything together when things were so often out of your control? Prosper leaving, father leaving - Trisden had once wanted to know why, and then she had wanted to know who to blame. Then she had wanted to know how to fix it, even though, by that stage, she had accepted it as impossible.
<i>He left.</i>
Trisden hated that she couldn't control and restrain such selfish acts of free will. Perhaps, if she was stronger, one day she could.
<b>"Yeah, I know. It's still dumb... I wish things were different."</b> But there was no point in doing that. Instead, she snorted, shaking her head, finally breaking her line of sight to look at Hocus, assuming a more typical smirk. <b>"You can go back to bed, if you want. I'll stay out here for a bit."</b></blockquote>