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03.Sep.12, 02:55 AM
When Talian rubbed his temples, Sanderon frowned first with annoyance. Talian was suppose to be the strong one, the one that could shield Sanderon from his troubles. When being annoyed was too tiring, he began to worry. Perhaps Sanderon wasn't alone after all. It was only a brief moment between emotions and he sighed with regret. Talian wasn't the only person to have said unkind remarks in this conversation. He was just as guilty.
He fully expected to be told off himself before Talian would then get up and leave. But that did not happen. In fact, just the opposite occurred and Sanderon was completely unprepared for it. Eyebrows raised and his eyes opened wider.
Having the healer confirm that Sanderon was not crazy after all but just stressed was more of a relief than Talian might realize. He nodded briefly to accept his words and continued to listen as Talian continued. 'Crying wasn't a sign of weakness.' Was Talian reading his mind? How did the man possibly know exactly how he had felt about it? Hearing otherwise was nice but he still felt like it was weakness. He had always thought that. He probably always would. He did not look down upon others for doing so, but he berated himself quite harshly whenever he broke down in tears. He was stronger than that.
Talian continued speaking about outlets and said something he had never heard before. The searchrider might not have chosen him if he weren't so talented? His weapons might not have been confiscated if he hadn't been so advanced? It was a fact that he was highly skilled. Even his father had acknowledged this as true and the man did not give compliments without meaning them. Was it really true? He had high hopes that he was as good as his father claimed him to be but did not fully believe it could be possible. Sure Sanderon had pride in his abilities but...this new concept of why he might have been captured was mind-blowing.
It felt good to be acknowledge by another but at the same time when he heard Talian's obvious disdain against the searchrider, I'shan, the bad memories returned to the fore and he spat in agreement of the feeling Talian exhibited. He had forgiven I'shan but he wasn't all happy about the whole thing now.
Talian kept speaking and Sanderon tore his thoughts away from that horrible day nearly two years previous and listened.
Hearing that he was much more stable now for not having thrown a fit when offended, was on the one hand comforting and on the other, quite embarrassing. For several reasons he felt prompted by his regret to make a heartfelt apology. Sanderon might not have thrown a fit but he did make some harsh, stupid comments.
He opened his mouth to do just that when Talian beat him to it.
I'm sorry for speaking harshly. I didn't intend to sound that way.
Closing his mouth in surprise he straightened slightly and stood up from where he sat on his bed. Coming back over to the table where Talian was still sitting at, he place one hand on the back of his chair. Pulling it out he sat down quietly. For a moment he sat there until his mind came to a decision.
"You do not owe me an apology Talian. I owe you one. I was harsh. And I really can be stupid sometimes. I'm sorry." And he meant every word of it. His expressions were quiet and free from frustration or anger. His face was relaxed and open. His eyes were tired and remorseful.
"Talian?" He continued. "Do you think they'll ever let me hunt again? Perhaps if I felt useful..."
He fully expected to be told off himself before Talian would then get up and leave. But that did not happen. In fact, just the opposite occurred and Sanderon was completely unprepared for it. Eyebrows raised and his eyes opened wider.
Having the healer confirm that Sanderon was not crazy after all but just stressed was more of a relief than Talian might realize. He nodded briefly to accept his words and continued to listen as Talian continued. 'Crying wasn't a sign of weakness.' Was Talian reading his mind? How did the man possibly know exactly how he had felt about it? Hearing otherwise was nice but he still felt like it was weakness. He had always thought that. He probably always would. He did not look down upon others for doing so, but he berated himself quite harshly whenever he broke down in tears. He was stronger than that.
Talian continued speaking about outlets and said something he had never heard before. The searchrider might not have chosen him if he weren't so talented? His weapons might not have been confiscated if he hadn't been so advanced? It was a fact that he was highly skilled. Even his father had acknowledged this as true and the man did not give compliments without meaning them. Was it really true? He had high hopes that he was as good as his father claimed him to be but did not fully believe it could be possible. Sure Sanderon had pride in his abilities but...this new concept of why he might have been captured was mind-blowing.
It felt good to be acknowledge by another but at the same time when he heard Talian's obvious disdain against the searchrider, I'shan, the bad memories returned to the fore and he spat in agreement of the feeling Talian exhibited. He had forgiven I'shan but he wasn't all happy about the whole thing now.
Talian kept speaking and Sanderon tore his thoughts away from that horrible day nearly two years previous and listened.
Hearing that he was much more stable now for not having thrown a fit when offended, was on the one hand comforting and on the other, quite embarrassing. For several reasons he felt prompted by his regret to make a heartfelt apology. Sanderon might not have thrown a fit but he did make some harsh, stupid comments.
He opened his mouth to do just that when Talian beat him to it.
I'm sorry for speaking harshly. I didn't intend to sound that way.
Closing his mouth in surprise he straightened slightly and stood up from where he sat on his bed. Coming back over to the table where Talian was still sitting at, he place one hand on the back of his chair. Pulling it out he sat down quietly. For a moment he sat there until his mind came to a decision.
"You do not owe me an apology Talian. I owe you one. I was harsh. And I really can be stupid sometimes. I'm sorry." And he meant every word of it. His expressions were quiet and free from frustration or anger. His face was relaxed and open. His eyes were tired and remorseful.
"Talian?" He continued. "Do you think they'll ever let me hunt again? Perhaps if I felt useful..."
