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30.Aug.12, 04:15 PM
When I'shan mentioned that Ilveriath saw him to be confused, Sanderon lifted his head from his hands. Resting his forearms on his knees he turned his head to look at the bluerider and nodded. Tears were drying up, thankfully. The idea of I'shan explaining what happened was both nerve-wracking and a relief. He needed to know.
Considering his present location and state of mind, Sanderon knew it was probably not going to be a pleasant story. What he did not count on was what happened during the retelling.
When I'shan ended his account, Sanderon's head was back in his hands and he shook ever so slightly. His hands gripped his hair and head with fists. His jaw was clenched tightly. Every muscle was tense.
He remembered...everything.
With eyes wide and moving wildly, his mind revisited his bouts of rage, starting with the one just before his public lashing, then with Jada, then his near-rage with the kind flower lady, culminating with his attack against Lym and the bronze rider that came to subdue him. His rage had nearly destroyed everything. He could have killed them! If T'shiro had not come along, would he have killed? He remembered exactly what he had felt like then. And yes, he had been completely out of his mind. He could have taken a life. That was undeniable and it terrified him now beyond belief.
Sanderon's mind was a wild tempest of emotions. But each solid thought slammed down with finality. A solid mountain of reality was slowly settling into place. This was a horrible wake-up call for Sanderon, one that left him gasping now with horrendous understanding. Having let his rage rule while his anguish was shoved down deep had caused a lot of chaos and misery. And it could have caused a life, or maybe several.
"I am not a killer!" Sanderon cried. His words were back but his voice was so very weak. "I'shan...what have I become? Bring Talian...please."
He shook his head for the last question. He was hungry but there was no way he could eat now. He closed his eyes tightly and tried real hard not to wail. He would not cry when someone was watching. He couldn't.
Considering his present location and state of mind, Sanderon knew it was probably not going to be a pleasant story. What he did not count on was what happened during the retelling.
When I'shan ended his account, Sanderon's head was back in his hands and he shook ever so slightly. His hands gripped his hair and head with fists. His jaw was clenched tightly. Every muscle was tense.
He remembered...everything.
With eyes wide and moving wildly, his mind revisited his bouts of rage, starting with the one just before his public lashing, then with Jada, then his near-rage with the kind flower lady, culminating with his attack against Lym and the bronze rider that came to subdue him. His rage had nearly destroyed everything. He could have killed them! If T'shiro had not come along, would he have killed? He remembered exactly what he had felt like then. And yes, he had been completely out of his mind. He could have taken a life. That was undeniable and it terrified him now beyond belief.
Sanderon's mind was a wild tempest of emotions. But each solid thought slammed down with finality. A solid mountain of reality was slowly settling into place. This was a horrible wake-up call for Sanderon, one that left him gasping now with horrendous understanding. Having let his rage rule while his anguish was shoved down deep had caused a lot of chaos and misery. And it could have caused a life, or maybe several.
"I am not a killer!" Sanderon cried. His words were back but his voice was so very weak. "I'shan...what have I become? Bring Talian...please."
He shook his head for the last question. He was hungry but there was no way he could eat now. He closed his eyes tightly and tried real hard not to wail. He would not cry when someone was watching. He couldn't.
