06.Sep.12, 02:00 AM
It wasn’t lost on Valerian that the flight he had entered which resulted in his attack on Talian was J’ver’s. He cringed at how it all fit so neatly together. Was this really how life in a weyr worked? The books he read certainly left a lot out, that was for certain. He sat there silently for a bit, contemplating his hate for the greenrider and comparing himself to J’ver. Punishment was needed but Talian was right to believe that nothing would be done, and not just because he was only a Healer and not a rider. Valerian suspected D’ren liked to pretend a lot of the nastier aspects of life didn’t exist and wouldn’t believe them or perhaps S’kef still held sway. Even if J’ver was punished, S’kef and his little minion would make their lives miserable and painful. What about revenge? Valerian knew if he was more like D’hys and Z’ia then he would use Rilaleeyth’s next flight to win and show J’ver what it was like to be in Talian’s place. But he wasn’t like that and just the thought turned his stomach.
“It is a big deal, and I know you’re fine on some level, you always seem to be, but just like me, you’ll be a bit different now because of it.” Valerian inched his way closer to Talian but still kept a nice distance between them. It didn’t help that his friend was now sitting on the bed, something the Harper was sure would become uncomfortable if he joined Talian on it. “And I’d do the same thing, you know. If one of you guys were being used like that, I’d step up like you did to help them, even knowing the consequences. Definitely not saying what J’ver did to you was right or understandable, but knowing I helped someone would make it easier to deal with, I guess.” He was terrible at this comforting thing. No wonder he stuck with pointing out flaws and bluntly stating the truth without a care. Caring was hard.
“It is a big deal, and I know you’re fine on some level, you always seem to be, but just like me, you’ll be a bit different now because of it.” Valerian inched his way closer to Talian but still kept a nice distance between them. It didn’t help that his friend was now sitting on the bed, something the Harper was sure would become uncomfortable if he joined Talian on it. “And I’d do the same thing, you know. If one of you guys were being used like that, I’d step up like you did to help them, even knowing the consequences. Definitely not saying what J’ver did to you was right or understandable, but knowing I helped someone would make it easier to deal with, I guess.” He was terrible at this comforting thing. No wonder he stuck with pointing out flaws and bluntly stating the truth without a care. Caring was hard.