"There isn't a way to make the rest of it easier, and I would prefer that it never feel as such to me. Easy. Possible to put in the background. The very instant that happens, the moment I let down my guard, someone will be hurt. Likely someone important to me, and after Cambriel, I cannot let that happen again," Ishiah mused, the tips of his fingers sliding along the glass of the bottle in front of him, turning it around and around, perfectly along the ring of water which clung to the bar. "Pain and fear have their practical uses, even if it is never wise to be consumed by either. Robin will never be relaxed on the island that sounds to him of a death knell, and I will never be relaxed for fear that someone hurt themselves out of a sense of desolation. There are many equipped to live in the environment offered here. You and me, I'm not sure that we're examples of that."

The hand broke contact with the glass then, pulled up to press against Ishiah's temple with a soft exhale. "But it is a fine balance that one has to strike. Not to wallow, not to get lost in emotion either, and so, yes. I hope that the hang gliding helps you as much as it does me. It's never enough just to live."