[This post is from Neve’s point of view.]
“Why did you hide?” Neve asked, her voice a whisper, a tightness starting to choke off her voice. It wasn’t the first time the question had risen to her lips, but somehow it ached more this time. “You hid from us. From the people who loved you.”
“I know,” he murmured. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t what I need,” Neve said. “I need you to tell me, Seamus. That’s what I need. I need to know. I need to know why.” I need to know it’s not going to happen again—that we’re not going to lose you again. That you’re not going to just vanish again. I need to know that.
We all need to know that.
He was silent for a long time, staring off into space. His lips thinned into a line, nearly vanishing. Neve bit her lip, watching him.
He’s not going to tell me. Gods and monsters, he’s not going to tell me.
What is he so afraid of?