It's not like we ended with everything being all tied up nicely, or even a little, or even a general direction as to what might possibly happen. SO MUCH SHIT is just all up in the air. I have a million and a half questions. What's up with Shara, will Randland attack them now, or be on the defensive, or try to make contact?

It's literally like closing a history book right after WWII ended, and being like "the end" and you're like, I'm legit going to need a little more than that, but you don't get it.

I'm not as upset about this as I thought I might have been though. When it ended and I realized there was nothing more at all, it was oddly calming to think they went on and lead their lives, without any idea of what that meant. Like, I grew up in the country with a million dogs, people would drop their dogs off because they didn't want them anymore, and we took them in. I seriously no joke had about 10 dogs at any given time, and one day, one would be gone, and we'd never find them. Sometimes we did, and they'd been hit by a car and we knew they died, but sometimes we never found them, and while I deep down knew they were probably gone, I didn't really know, and I could imagine.

This is different because the options the dogs had were few, either they died, or found a new home, and I realize there are a million options of things to happen to the characters, but because I don't know, I can hope.

One time, Radar, he went missing for 3 months, and we assumed the worst, but never knew. Then, one night, he came back, and we kept him for a good number of years before he actually died.

And I think, I don't know, I'll never know, but that's sort of OK. Knowing would be sadder than not, sometimes.