Characters contemplate getting older.
She is polite to these strangers around her, radiates love, affection, hoping they will not hurt her. The same as when she came to this place the first time, her anger and the fear unexpected. Be polite, be modest, be loveable, and the strangers won't hurt her.
Dragon Age II. Fenris and Anders. A growing lack of disgust can't be everything.
FFXII. The beginning of the end. Ivalice changes; the trouble with time is that every passing year devalues itself as currency.
Where the surface matters, but not how they thought it would.
Still, she's never been much for others, my mother: at the time I didn't know if she realised her sister was actually on her deathbed, but now I'm starting to think she just had no sympathy for the situation.
there was a name he could remember, but not one he could articulate
this shocking thing passing you by
enter this flat stretch of years
i don't look back
Dragon Age II / Patrick White's "The Aunt" pastiche. Where Gamlen also loved the dashing apostate Malcolm.
FFXII, Balthier and Fran. Do we call this kidfic?