That is so, sometimes. Or hold us back from the things that are the most important. Perhaps I do not mean fear entirely. I know that I have stopped dreaming of my encounters with him, or fearing the world he would have. There are some memories that surface with the name but they are sad ones, rather than ones that make me quake.

[Which is totally why Enjolras, obviously, unseen, is tugging hard at one of his earrings right now. Sure.[

Perhaps I ought to work at trying it then, no longer giving something that does not exist that power.