[Oof. Myr winces a little sympathetically; not that Viren and Sokie were the worst people to find such a thing and read it--in fact, they're probably the best of all the options--but being suddenly known to the people one loves the way Everett loves those two... That would not be the best feeling.

The very fact of those journals, and how they'd been kept from Everett... That's strange, though. That's very strange.]

So of course you did, once you could, [with gentle, wry humor. Yes, Myr knows you.] Why--why d'you think they kept them from you? They set him up in such high esteem but you make it sound as if they were ashamed of who he was.

[Or, more generously, trying to keep his reincarnation from the path he'd walk. Maker, what would expectations like that do to a child? To a man? Well, Myr, witness here your beloved and the result of that.]