anohadouji:

“It is a mysterious thing, you know— in so many, many cultures, the ‘mother’ is the central figure, a guiding spirit, a warm light. She is the origin and the beginning, and she heals the wounds that have been left by the world. She is the one who raises a small seed into a large tree that may either shelter or fell those who are there once it falls.”

“So perhaps, if one is feeling lonely and sad—they should look to the light and the warmth of a mother to guide them onto a brighter path. Even when everything else seems dark. A mother will always be there for her son—and I, truly, will always be there for those whose pains are borne of my own son’s doings.”

霊 —;;  So… She was a mom? He also wanted to ask her for a hug, missing his own mother terribly after he’d left the dredges of his homw to be at his brother’s side. “Don’t forget though… To also take time out for yourself.” he stated. He wondered who was her son? She seemed so kind, gentle. He was almost jealous of whoever it was.