[ Kaspar attempts an explanation of sorts, a predictably simple one. Logic that would be easily explained to someone like van Zieks has very little to do with it. A man so loyal that he cannot see beyond the home he left. Not that Kaspar faults him for it, or for being the opposite of himself in that regard. Loyalty, once earned, is something Kaspar values greater than many things.
But he does not give it based solely on structure, logic, or propriety. For Kaspar, it is subject to his personal feelings. And for better or worse van Zieks has earned a level of loyalty. The more the other man shares with him in little moments, the weaker Kaspar becomes.
It doesn't hurt his throat to speak of it, until it tightens by the end-- ]
... there was a time, when I wished to earn my brother's respect. [ He means their love, though to them it was usually one and the same. ]
Our homes, seem to have asked much of both our lives.
[ Kaspar hesitates, and decides again to not admit that he doesn't wish to return home. ]
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[ Kaspar attempts an explanation of sorts, a predictably simple one. Logic that would be easily explained to someone like van Zieks has very little to do with it. A man so loyal that he cannot see beyond the home he left. Not that Kaspar faults him for it, or for being the opposite of himself in that regard. Loyalty, once earned, is something Kaspar values greater than many things.
But he does not give it based solely on structure, logic, or propriety. For Kaspar, it is subject to his personal feelings. And for better or worse van Zieks has earned a level of loyalty. The more the other man shares with him in little moments, the weaker Kaspar becomes.
It doesn't hurt his throat to speak of it, until it tightens by the end-- ]
... there was a time, when I wished to earn my brother's respect. [ He means their love, though to them it was usually one and the same. ]
Our homes, seem to have asked much of both our lives.
[ Kaspar hesitates, and decides again to not admit that he doesn't wish to return home. ]