“what’s going to happen?” She weakly implores
I dare not reply for the fear of creating further distress to her being.
“what do you mean?” I retort as the coward evading the truth. I avoid her gaze, calmly soothing her with my hand on hers. The directive nature of her questioning invokes notions of morality- do I reply with honest content? Do I sugar coat it or do I swerve, alter the topic direction. A plethora of responses flood into my brain, however which one to apply in this situation seems far from plausible at the present time.
Is it a British cultural conseqence that encourages the ‘stiff upper lip ideology in contrast to raw truth?
Does brutal honesty prevail?
“Yes I’m so sorry, you are going to die.”
I cannot state those words but is that to protect her or selfishly comfort my own fears?
Hormonestogravestones 