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01.Sep.12, 10:09 AM
Talian wrote some more. He wrote for a long time. He paused and reconsidered his words, scratched out and added to, until his page was covered in indecipherable handwriting. Much of it was the product of overthinking, but he could prune it later. For now, he needed to get down every detail he could. He could sort the important from the unimportant later. He couldn't afford to actually miss anything, though.
The long silence didn't go unnoticed. "I'm trying to help you," Talian explained tenuously. "You need to tell me as much as you can, all right? Every detail. Every thought." His voice got softer the more he spoke. He was haunted by his own encounter with that same beast, but he'd done his best to leave it at the door. He always left his personal problems at the door. This was the hardest, though. It was crushingly difficult. It made him weak in spirit, but strong in heart. He'd come a long way and suffered a lot to achieve that strength.
He forced the door shut. This wasn't about him.
"I understand that it's hard, Sanderon," he said dispassionately, struggling so hard to maintain his professionalism that he sounded like he didn't feel anything at all. That wasn't too far from the truth, at least not in this case. "You know, I know you do." He softened just a little, his expression glassy, almost as if it could shatter. "This isn't the sort of thing that goes away overnight. But I will help you."
He looked to his bag. "I know you don't believe in drugs. I have had trouble with them myself." No need to mention specifically that he'd gotten high and made a scene in the dining hall. Nope! No need at all. He almost blushed at the memory. "But some low-dosage medication will help clear your mind and get you to sleep at night. They can even suppress violent urges, should you feel anything like that coming on. You should consider it for short-term recovery..."
He didn't specify whether or not they'd actually worked for him. He was a healer, of course he believed in drugs. He knew they worked, at least for most people.
The long silence didn't go unnoticed. "I'm trying to help you," Talian explained tenuously. "You need to tell me as much as you can, all right? Every detail. Every thought." His voice got softer the more he spoke. He was haunted by his own encounter with that same beast, but he'd done his best to leave it at the door. He always left his personal problems at the door. This was the hardest, though. It was crushingly difficult. It made him weak in spirit, but strong in heart. He'd come a long way and suffered a lot to achieve that strength.
He forced the door shut. This wasn't about him.
"I understand that it's hard, Sanderon," he said dispassionately, struggling so hard to maintain his professionalism that he sounded like he didn't feel anything at all. That wasn't too far from the truth, at least not in this case. "You know, I know you do." He softened just a little, his expression glassy, almost as if it could shatter. "This isn't the sort of thing that goes away overnight. But I will help you."
He looked to his bag. "I know you don't believe in drugs. I have had trouble with them myself." No need to mention specifically that he'd gotten high and made a scene in the dining hall. Nope! No need at all. He almost blushed at the memory. "But some low-dosage medication will help clear your mind and get you to sleep at night. They can even suppress violent urges, should you feel anything like that coming on. You should consider it for short-term recovery..."
He didn't specify whether or not they'd actually worked for him. He was a healer, of course he believed in drugs. He knew they worked, at least for most people.
