“You would be angry with them, yes – argue with them, do everything that you could to bring them back, maybe even fight them if you had to – but would you stop loving them?” His voice was soft. “I am frustrated by them, Ashalia. Angry with them and hurt by them. And they by me. None of that erases centuries of friendship. It does not change the fact that they are my family, constants in my life in a way that no one could ever replicate.”
