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09.Mar.12, 12:21 AM
He hard Larrikith's sharp words resounding through the boundaries of his mind, but he didn't register them. Erisi was trapped in a moment where he had no idea what to do, confront Talian for his actions or sever him completely from his life. Talian had tried to end himself, and Erisi didn't even particularly mind whatever selfishness could be gleamed from that act. What he cared about was that he had put himself in a position to be hurt, and he was hurting. There was a vulnerable emotion rolling through him that he did not care for, the feeling that if Talian was lost he'd lose a valuable piece of his new life. Talian was a friend, perhaps with some benefits, but nothing more than that. The truth was that friendship was so hard for Erisi to find, and he hadn't ever been made to lose one in such a dramatic way as Talian had attempted. He had so little friends now that he valued people like Valerian and Talian even more.
Erisi had been hurt a lot, and he wasn't willing to put himself through any more pain. Talian obviously was only going to cause pain. The Healer claimed that this somehow made him stronger, but Erisi couldn't believe it. He didn't want to risk it. Surely, Valerian smacking Talian would have deemed some sort of response from Erisi, but he only watched the act through distant eyes. He should have risen to Talian's defense, or backed up Valerian's actions. He did neither, and when B'jin spoke his gaze only cut to the greenrider briefly. His decision was becoming more and more clear to him. Erisi couldn't tangle himself up in someone that would only bring him more grief. He held out long enough to witness B'jin leaving, taking that as his own cue to take off.
He should say something.
He shouldn't leave Talian in the dust as if the man did not matter, especially considering what Talian had almost done to himself.
There was a hardness in his eyes, a front to hide the whirl of emotions he was experiencing. He knew what he had to do, and while it would hurt now, it would save him from such a greater pain in the future. Erisi was not ready to lose anyone, especially someone he had valued as much of Talian. It was better to end things now and build bonds elsewhere than drag himself through the mud and grime with Talian. His choice was the easy one, a choice he'd always make when it came to his emotions. He turned his head to the side, gaze looking back to the door. When he turned back around, Valerian was suddenly in front of him. Momentarily disoriented, he eyed Valerian with confusion. Erisi had been pretty sharding sure that the man was just at Talian's side, too busy with scolding him to even pay mind to Erisi's own mood.
"I can't," he answered with a soft, sore voice. What he was saying 'I can't' to would remain a mystery. He knew what he was saying, though - that he couldn't cope with remaining as Talian's friend. He pulled his arm back as Valerian reached out to grab his writ, and the chance that it would turn into a fight was there. Erisi didn't want to budge, but he didn't exactly want to fight Valerian.
So, he found himself at Talian's bedside, looking down at the man through cold blue eyes. "I'm glad you're okay." His voice was nearly monotone - the young Harper was trying to distance himself. But, even as he stood beside Talian, there was a crack in his facade. The torrent of grief and relief broke through in a slight quiver of his lip, a softening of his eyes. Perhaps that was why he did not say more. He was scared that his composure would break if he kept talking.
Erisi had been hurt a lot, and he wasn't willing to put himself through any more pain. Talian obviously was only going to cause pain. The Healer claimed that this somehow made him stronger, but Erisi couldn't believe it. He didn't want to risk it. Surely, Valerian smacking Talian would have deemed some sort of response from Erisi, but he only watched the act through distant eyes. He should have risen to Talian's defense, or backed up Valerian's actions. He did neither, and when B'jin spoke his gaze only cut to the greenrider briefly. His decision was becoming more and more clear to him. Erisi couldn't tangle himself up in someone that would only bring him more grief. He held out long enough to witness B'jin leaving, taking that as his own cue to take off.
He should say something.
He shouldn't leave Talian in the dust as if the man did not matter, especially considering what Talian had almost done to himself.
There was a hardness in his eyes, a front to hide the whirl of emotions he was experiencing. He knew what he had to do, and while it would hurt now, it would save him from such a greater pain in the future. Erisi was not ready to lose anyone, especially someone he had valued as much of Talian. It was better to end things now and build bonds elsewhere than drag himself through the mud and grime with Talian. His choice was the easy one, a choice he'd always make when it came to his emotions. He turned his head to the side, gaze looking back to the door. When he turned back around, Valerian was suddenly in front of him. Momentarily disoriented, he eyed Valerian with confusion. Erisi had been pretty sharding sure that the man was just at Talian's side, too busy with scolding him to even pay mind to Erisi's own mood.
"I can't," he answered with a soft, sore voice. What he was saying 'I can't' to would remain a mystery. He knew what he was saying, though - that he couldn't cope with remaining as Talian's friend. He pulled his arm back as Valerian reached out to grab his writ, and the chance that it would turn into a fight was there. Erisi didn't want to budge, but he didn't exactly want to fight Valerian.
So, he found himself at Talian's bedside, looking down at the man through cold blue eyes. "I'm glad you're okay." His voice was nearly monotone - the young Harper was trying to distance himself. But, even as he stood beside Talian, there was a crack in his facade. The torrent of grief and relief broke through in a slight quiver of his lip, a softening of his eyes. Perhaps that was why he did not say more. He was scared that his composure would break if he kept talking.
