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06.Jun.12, 07:46 PM
"Oh," Tal said softly, "I understand it. Necessary evils and all that..." Tal did realize the dragonriders were in a difficult position, but their decision to stay south was purely idiotic. They would pay for it in the long run - he knew it. The northerners would reject them, at least the plague generation who'd so cruelly kidnapped their children. The dragonriders were digging their own graves and arming the generation that would bury them there.
It just made no sense to him. Then again, someone like Tal found it hard to relate to others. He didn't know the fear and paranoia that drove the dragonriders to make that horrible, foolish decision. He knew it, but he couldn't understand it. In his mind, nothing like fear would ever make hurting other people like this okay. Perhaps that was just as well, too. He was not the only one.
Regardless of his fleeting spite, he knew the riders had a place in the world. He didn't have it in his heart to forgive their cruelty, though. Especially not when the evidence of it was right before him.
"There's no doubt about it," he said as he rose, holding one hand out for Lym. "This is just a prison." Just as healer hall had once been. Tal sounded wretchedly indifferent, as if he were rattling off formulas or reciting passages from a textbook. Business as usual. Some things in life were facts, and facts were what he was most comfortable with. The sky was blue and dragonriders were evil.
Most of them anyhow. That mild distinction brought a brief smile to his face, though he kept its source to himself. There were flickers of hope, though he wasn't particularly good at noticing them. Lymsleia's optimism seemed idiotic to the young man, but maybe it was her way of coping? For Talian, coping usually meant thinking about B'jin. Maybe Lym coped by pretending things would be okay?
Tal didn't understand it, but he would let it be just the same. He didn't want to think about it anymore, either.
"I'll get your back for you, then. I'm sure it would be uncomfortable to have to reach yourself," he muttered gently. He straightened his back out and stretched. "And...I don't have anything sweet, but I'm sure there's something in the dining hall...They usually do, on that last table in the back."
Strange, how this place had become so familiar.
It just made no sense to him. Then again, someone like Tal found it hard to relate to others. He didn't know the fear and paranoia that drove the dragonriders to make that horrible, foolish decision. He knew it, but he couldn't understand it. In his mind, nothing like fear would ever make hurting other people like this okay. Perhaps that was just as well, too. He was not the only one.
Regardless of his fleeting spite, he knew the riders had a place in the world. He didn't have it in his heart to forgive their cruelty, though. Especially not when the evidence of it was right before him.
"There's no doubt about it," he said as he rose, holding one hand out for Lym. "This is just a prison." Just as healer hall had once been. Tal sounded wretchedly indifferent, as if he were rattling off formulas or reciting passages from a textbook. Business as usual. Some things in life were facts, and facts were what he was most comfortable with. The sky was blue and dragonriders were evil.
Most of them anyhow. That mild distinction brought a brief smile to his face, though he kept its source to himself. There were flickers of hope, though he wasn't particularly good at noticing them. Lymsleia's optimism seemed idiotic to the young man, but maybe it was her way of coping? For Talian, coping usually meant thinking about B'jin. Maybe Lym coped by pretending things would be okay?
Tal didn't understand it, but he would let it be just the same. He didn't want to think about it anymore, either.
"I'll get your back for you, then. I'm sure it would be uncomfortable to have to reach yourself," he muttered gently. He straightened his back out and stretched. "And...I don't have anything sweet, but I'm sure there's something in the dining hall...They usually do, on that last table in the back."
Strange, how this place had become so familiar.
