20.Jan.12, 05:02 AM
Talian reclaimed his knots and put them in his pocket again, clearly not intending to actually wear them. "...You talk like I should, but it's just a title," he said grumpily, his voice strained with desperation. "I haven't been for long. I...was always way ahead of my class. I never forget anything, and...I don't know, it comes naturally to me." He recoiled a bit, well aware that he was losing his composure. The words were just spilling out. It was like an avalanche. He didn't feel like he could stop it if he tried.
"My father argued with the Master Crafter and the other masters at the hall for turns to get me promoted early. It's...not going to do you any good. They promoted me in recognition of my intellect, that's all. It was a reward for being adept. I was leaps and bounds ahead of anyone my age. But I'm still young..I don't have the actual experience of...of even my father!" He spoke faster and faster, voice still trembling. "Well, there was the surgery, which I didn't expect to be able to pull off, but...but...I still have to learn..."
He paused and placed one hand on his brow, trying to compose himself. "...I cannot believe you've done this to me. You are...the worst villain I've ever met in my life." Coming from someone as docile as Talian, this was a grave insult. He almost sounded like he regretted saying it...but he regretted his situation more.
One of B'jin's statements particularly bothered the young healer. You won't be missed by anyone of that nature. He would have expected it logically, but it stung to actually hear. Of course his father wouldn't miss him, at least not personally. Talian was an academic tool, and something to be shown off. That was it. Still, he scowled bitterly at the words, but didn't argue.
He shivered a bit, and something snapped. He sighed slowly and dropped his hands back to the table. He slowly pulled his knots from his pocket again and started to fiddle with them, but he said nothing else.
"My father argued with the Master Crafter and the other masters at the hall for turns to get me promoted early. It's...not going to do you any good. They promoted me in recognition of my intellect, that's all. It was a reward for being adept. I was leaps and bounds ahead of anyone my age. But I'm still young..I don't have the actual experience of...of even my father!" He spoke faster and faster, voice still trembling. "Well, there was the surgery, which I didn't expect to be able to pull off, but...but...I still have to learn..."
He paused and placed one hand on his brow, trying to compose himself. "...I cannot believe you've done this to me. You are...the worst villain I've ever met in my life." Coming from someone as docile as Talian, this was a grave insult. He almost sounded like he regretted saying it...but he regretted his situation more.
One of B'jin's statements particularly bothered the young healer. You won't be missed by anyone of that nature. He would have expected it logically, but it stung to actually hear. Of course his father wouldn't miss him, at least not personally. Talian was an academic tool, and something to be shown off. That was it. Still, he scowled bitterly at the words, but didn't argue.
He shivered a bit, and something snapped. He sighed slowly and dropped his hands back to the table. He slowly pulled his knots from his pocket again and started to fiddle with them, but he said nothing else.