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17.Sep.12, 07:58 AM
I'shan frowned at the glare. He wasn't sure what he'd done, but it wasn't too hard to arrive at a couple sound guesses. The older bluerider sighed and resisted the urge to sink down into the water himself. If he was lucky, he'd drown.
Valerian's comment snapped him out of his self-pity. He reminded himself that he was trying to help Val, not sulk for himself. I'shan was consciously bothered by how often he had to remind himself to be a good person, instead of it just coming naturally. Was it normal to be this self-conscious about being selfish?
"Val...of course it's important if you know the person or not," I'shan said softly. "...I mean, it's a bad thing either way. But shells, kid. No one wants to hurt someone they care about. No one wants to have to look at them every day and know what happened..."
There was a slightly haunted quality to his voice, a hint of horror that he was trying his best to fend off. He was thinking about a number of people, but specifically B'jin. He sighed and shook his head, remorseful and almost resigned. You're a bluerider! B'jin had said. I'shan shivered.
"There are...several ways to deal with it. And none of them are really that good," he confessed. "You can line someone up to help you out, but then you have to get to them...or they have to get to you. And well..the first is dangerous to other people and the second is dangerous to them. It's not really a good idea to go charging through the Weyr like that, and if they come to you they may run in to other flight losers." Pouting.
"I usually just hang with the other losers. That's gotten me beaten up before, though. I mean, I'm not a big guy...and sometimes even if I want to get away, well..." He bit his lip. "Greenriders sometimes accuse us of not knowing how they feel. That's not always true, though." He laughed nervously, and terribly.
"That's...how I met N'gelt, actually. He grabbed me. I didn't hold it against him since I know the feeling of being flight drunk, but when you think about it...it's...kind of fucked up," he confessed. "And I've really acted bad in flights a few times, Val. I have had to apologize to a lot of people about it...I still need to apologize to a lot of people about it..." He sighed again and brushed his hair back once more, fiddling to keep himself occupied.
"There's not an easy answer. It sucks, and I've been fucked in the head lately because of it, too. I hurt someone I care about a while back. He forgave me, but I still feel like shit. I'm not saying that for pity or anything, I guess I just...want you to know that I'm not screwing with you. I get it..."
Valerian's comment snapped him out of his self-pity. He reminded himself that he was trying to help Val, not sulk for himself. I'shan was consciously bothered by how often he had to remind himself to be a good person, instead of it just coming naturally. Was it normal to be this self-conscious about being selfish?
"Val...of course it's important if you know the person or not," I'shan said softly. "...I mean, it's a bad thing either way. But shells, kid. No one wants to hurt someone they care about. No one wants to have to look at them every day and know what happened..."
There was a slightly haunted quality to his voice, a hint of horror that he was trying his best to fend off. He was thinking about a number of people, but specifically B'jin. He sighed and shook his head, remorseful and almost resigned. You're a bluerider! B'jin had said. I'shan shivered.
"There are...several ways to deal with it. And none of them are really that good," he confessed. "You can line someone up to help you out, but then you have to get to them...or they have to get to you. And well..the first is dangerous to other people and the second is dangerous to them. It's not really a good idea to go charging through the Weyr like that, and if they come to you they may run in to other flight losers." Pouting.
"I usually just hang with the other losers. That's gotten me beaten up before, though. I mean, I'm not a big guy...and sometimes even if I want to get away, well..." He bit his lip. "Greenriders sometimes accuse us of not knowing how they feel. That's not always true, though." He laughed nervously, and terribly.
"That's...how I met N'gelt, actually. He grabbed me. I didn't hold it against him since I know the feeling of being flight drunk, but when you think about it...it's...kind of fucked up," he confessed. "And I've really acted bad in flights a few times, Val. I have had to apologize to a lot of people about it...I still need to apologize to a lot of people about it..." He sighed again and brushed his hair back once more, fiddling to keep himself occupied.
"There's not an easy answer. It sucks, and I've been fucked in the head lately because of it, too. I hurt someone I care about a while back. He forgave me, but I still feel like shit. I'm not saying that for pity or anything, I guess I just...want you to know that I'm not screwing with you. I get it..."
