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I will never be the same. Cried my absolute eyes out. This may be the saddest a book has ever made me

THAT BURRICH SCENE. IM CRYING MY EYES OUT FUCK YOU ROBIN OMG. him holding Fitz as a father and Fitz feeling safe for the first time since childhood? Cussing out Chade?! I’m aghhhhh please someone be nice to my boy

“I know I broke one man's collarbone, for I heard it crack, and I recall that I spat out a piece of ear, but as with all battles when such a mood is on me, my recollection is disjointed and vague.”

Fitz fight scenes are as cool as ever. Miserable about what’s happening with the fool however. Robin hobb you soulless whore

“If,” said the Fool, and snickered. I looked at him in shock. He looked terrible, and it was not just the blue light. He took his pack from my arm and sank down on the wet steps with it. For a moment, he hugged it to him as if he were a child hugging a beloved doll. Then he opened it and rummaged to the bottom for the flask of brandy. He opened it and offered it to me first.”

Despair, then drink. Ily fool

“He slept, curled like a kitten, his brow nearly touching mine, on the other end of his pallet. His breathing was deep and even, and one long hand was palm up on the blankets between us, as if in offering, or beseeching something of me. Sleepily I reached over and set my hand in his. He did not seem to wake. Strangely, I felt at peace. I closed my eyes and sank down into a deep and dreamless slumber.”
Waaagghhh

“Do you see how stupid this is? I cannot possibly stand by and watch you die, Fool. I know that and you know that. You'd be asking me to be profoundly different from who I am.”

“Fitz. I've really missed you. Don't go. Sleep here tonight. Please.”
    So I did.”

AAAAAGHHHHHHHH SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

“I dreamed of the Fool as he had been once, not as Lord Golden but as a pale, frail lad with colorless eyes. In that guise, he bestrode the stone dragon behind Girl-on-a-Dragon, and together they rose into the blue skies… I stirred from sleep to find my own fingers set to my wrist in the pale prints he had once left there.”
They’re ruining my life. Be nice to each other or STOP THIS HEART WRENCHING YEARNING

Whyyyy are we so mean to the fool. Where is my pookie