Thoughtful Musings: Mistake

I'm doing it again. Now he's doing it too. Why is he doing it?

He was supposed to be the realistic one!

Baldvin touched his forehead and emitted a dull groan. His forehead pounded. But not by much. The weak ale they had in the barrel wasn't enough to give him a worthy hangover, let alone drown his unhappy thoughts. 

The next big thing. That worked just fine. Me, him, and you. That was the only constant we needed. 

Then it was me and him. We wouldn't lose that which we had left, no matter what. But I got greedy. Now he is too. 

He sat up and fumbled for his brush, combed away knots in his hair and straightened out his beard. Baldvin didn't mind the lack of a mirror in their little farmstead home they had rented, he wasn't in the mood to see what he looked like this morning. 

If a hangover made him look bad, he didn't want to know what did this to him. He proceeded with his morning routine and smiled. That made everything look a little brighter again. 

I sprung roots again. Stood still too long. Now he is doing it too though he knows it will only lead him down to misery. I've told him this is foolish. 

Is it my turn now? Who would it have to be? What would I have to do? 

Not the brothers! Or we might join the ground in more ways than just these infernal roots. 

Baldvin rose up to his feet. He looked out the window, from here he could barely make out the distant farm through the morning winter fog. 

I could fix it. Perhaps. I don't know if I can go back from that. Or if I deserve it. 

Or I could destroy it altogether. Get us out of here. Pull my roots and his in one fell swoop. Make the sacrifice so he doesn't have to regret this in the future. 

He could blame it all on me.