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My dear Citizens of Hadriel,
I'm glad to see that our circumstances haven't prohibited you from forming bonds with each other. On the other hand, aren't those same bonds difficult to navigate at times? I'm not only speaking of romantic bonds, either. Sexual, familial, bonds of camaraderie...
And I've no doubt our predicament is a unique stressor that can strain those bonds as well. And so many of you are suffering in silence. And it isn't just the present bonds, either, is it? Many of you are shadowed by your pasts, as well.
I want to offer myself as a supportive shoulder. If you've been seeking a second opinion, or advice, or anything of the sort, please, consider this an open invitation.
I care not to find out about your secrets; if you'd prefer to speak privately or anonymously, I will not begrudge you, nor doubt the sincerity of your claim.
I only seek to provide succor to those who have been needing it. Love can be...rather difficult to talk about it, can't it?

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It's my fault it happened. I got distracted at the wrong time and an enemy we thought had been beaten attacked.
I trust my boyfriend.
I'm not sure I trust my mother.
She already had a grudge against my friends and she has the power to do something about it.
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Are you worried that she'll hurt them?
Either way, you can't keep blaming yourself, even if it was your mistake. You can't change that.
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She can go after them politically.
She's got a lot of respect and power where I'm from.
And it's hard to not blame myself.
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I imagine it's incredibly hard. But blaming yourself helps nothing.
You really want to get back, yes? I know a group who is looking into what the Door is doing. But in the meantime, you can't think of what-ifs.
Your friends know your mother is dangerous?
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But in my head, I keep going over those last few moments, wondering what I could've done differently.
They know.
They don't know how dangerous.
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Then take all those futures and put them from your mind for good.
I don't profess to know how Hadriel truly works, but I assume that we'll all return eventually. At that time you'll face the consequences of what happened.
Surely, your friends trust you to help when you're finally able. You do all you can.
[Escapism? Perhaps, but Ianchus doesn't see it that way. He's had his share of what-ifs, hasn't he? And what have those gotten him?]
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I hope so. I just hope that the consequences aren't more than I can handle.
They trust me with their lives. And I trust them with mine.