Lyria and the warrior queen have both said I am harsh with their partners. It is true; perhaps it is easier to be blinded by frustration when looking at others. But this cycle of song is preliminary yet; that is how it is.
At the same time I laugh a little that I listen, or am concerned. I am the blade’s edge, rusted though it may be a little. The surprise is not the harshness, but the admission or the seeking an image that is a little less so.