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02.Sep.12, 11:25 PM
Talian listened quietly to his friend's speech, like a criminal listening to the verdict in a courtroom. If Valerian was the one apologizing, why did Talian feel so bad? The little healer wilted at the words, closing his eyes tightly and trying his best to shut out the memories. He remembered the feeling of being wrestled down and held, as well as all that came after it...but it wasn't Valerian he saw. It was J'ver.
Maybe that was why Talian couldn't bring himself to think or feel about his encounter with Val. It was so very similar, and yet so different at the same time. Tal wanted to blame it on the dragons. In fact, Valerian's comments concerning Veeth were well-timed, for Talian was in the midst of reminding himself of how beastly they were. It was Veeth's fault, at least his emotions thought it was. But he was just doing what dragons did. How could Tal truly blame an animal for following it's instincts?
Who else could he blame, though? He couldn't blame Valerian. He couldn't bare to blame his friend, who'd taken such good care of him over the past turn. Valerian was probably his best friend, the person who was on his side and never judgmental. B'jin perhaps, but B'jin was different. There was a familial connection there, and also a good measure of historical guilt.
J'ver. It was J'ver's fault. It was his dragon that caused it all. It was his fault Tal didn't welcome the event, and his fault that Tal couldn't find any meaning in it now.
By the time he arrived at this conclusion, Talian had been sitting in awkward, damning silence for quite some time. Valerian had stopped talking how long ago? Too long. Was Talian trembling? He looked down at his hands. Ah, yes. He was trembling.
Talian's void simmered, and he could not contain it anymore. The damn shattered, and he suddenly collapsed on the floor. He buried his face in his hands and his body shuddered, but there were no tears. There was, however, a breathy and anguished voice that whispered but a few words, as if he intended for only the floor to hear.
"You're not the first one..."
Maybe that was why Talian couldn't bring himself to think or feel about his encounter with Val. It was so very similar, and yet so different at the same time. Tal wanted to blame it on the dragons. In fact, Valerian's comments concerning Veeth were well-timed, for Talian was in the midst of reminding himself of how beastly they were. It was Veeth's fault, at least his emotions thought it was. But he was just doing what dragons did. How could Tal truly blame an animal for following it's instincts?
Who else could he blame, though? He couldn't blame Valerian. He couldn't bare to blame his friend, who'd taken such good care of him over the past turn. Valerian was probably his best friend, the person who was on his side and never judgmental. B'jin perhaps, but B'jin was different. There was a familial connection there, and also a good measure of historical guilt.
J'ver. It was J'ver's fault. It was his dragon that caused it all. It was his fault Tal didn't welcome the event, and his fault that Tal couldn't find any meaning in it now.
By the time he arrived at this conclusion, Talian had been sitting in awkward, damning silence for quite some time. Valerian had stopped talking how long ago? Too long. Was Talian trembling? He looked down at his hands. Ah, yes. He was trembling.
Talian's void simmered, and he could not contain it anymore. The damn shattered, and he suddenly collapsed on the floor. He buried his face in his hands and his body shuddered, but there were no tears. There was, however, a breathy and anguished voice that whispered but a few words, as if he intended for only the floor to hear.
"You're not the first one..."
