“Yes, you did. I need more than that, Ratha. I need your help.”
He could almost see her closing down inside, becoming remote. “There is nothing I can do,” she said. “If Thistle can't overcome this …”
“She can't. Not alone. Not with me either. She needs you.”
“Why? I can't do anything for her. She doesn't need a mother. She's responsible for herself.”
“I want you to face your part in her life,” Thakur snapped. “Who is the Dreambiter, Ratha?”
Again she looked away, and when she looked back, her green eyes were blazing. “Don't blame that on me, herding teacher. That thing isn't me. It's part of her sickness. She dreamed it up. Why, I don't know. But she made it.”
“Yes, she made it,” Thakur said, his voice steady. “It looks like you.”
Ratha flinched. “I bit her when she was a cub. I know I did. I was impatient. I wanted her to talk, to be like other Named cubs. I couldn't accept that she wasn't. I can't go back and undo everything.” He heard her voice start to tremble. “It is all in the past. You can't change the past.”
“For Thistle it is not the past. Ratha, I am not trying to blame you. I am only saying that both of you created the Dreambiter. It will take both of you to put it to rest.”
-Ratha's Challenge / Clare Bell (pp. 102-103).
Maybe together we can heal from this. Maybe we can make things better. Maybe the Dreambiter - at least this Dreambiter - can be put to rest. Maybe.
Maybe.
I just know I can't do it alone.
I can't.
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