This is the second brother I have lost, whispered Despair in her shadowy voice, and each of the listeners found herself, or himself, or itself, giving and involuntary shiver.
And it hurts.
I cared for him very, much. He was so wise; he seemed so certain of the rightness of his actions. And I, who do nothing but doubt, admired that in him.
He was a creature of hope. For Dreams are of hope, and echoes of hopes. And I am a creature of Despair.
And her words moved over her listeners like a black wind blowing across their hearts; and in that moment each of them knew Despair.
I think of the first Despair sometimes. It must be over a hundred years since anyone thought of her but me...
An eyeblink, and she is forgotten.
And you will forget: Death or Life will take him from your minds. I know, whispered Despair in her distant, empty voice.
But I shall remember him.
The Wake, The Sandman ~ Neil Gaiman
And it hurts.
I cared for him very, much. He was so wise; he seemed so certain of the rightness of his actions. And I, who do nothing but doubt, admired that in him.
He was a creature of hope. For Dreams are of hope, and echoes of hopes. And I am a creature of Despair.
And her words moved over her listeners like a black wind blowing across their hearts; and in that moment each of them knew Despair.
I think of the first Despair sometimes. It must be over a hundred years since anyone thought of her but me...
An eyeblink, and she is forgotten.
And you will forget: Death or Life will take him from your minds. I know, whispered Despair in her distant, empty voice.
But I shall remember him.
The Wake, The Sandman ~ Neil Gaiman