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10.Feb.12, 12:46 AM
He was slightly more susceptible to reason now, as if all the anger in his body had been released with that single punch to I'shan's face. But, that did not mean he was comfortable, and that hardly meant he was happy. He knew exactly what I'shan was doing to him, and he hated it. How was he supposed to know when he stepped over the line with the Bluerider? He hadn't bothered to get to know I'shan - he didn't need to know him to hate him. Hate was such a simplified, easy emotion for Erisi to express. I'shan probably had no choice when it came to Erisi's ire from the moment he had singled him out to be stolen. "I really doubt you're trying to make me feel better after I punched you." Erisi didn't trust I'shan, but who would trust the person who had kidnapped them? Only idiots like Talian did that.
"You can drop this entirely, and leave me alone." It had been clear for a while that Erisi had taken an avoidance policy when it came to I'shan. He would have never spoken to the man if not for having accidentally run into him. The moment they met, though, it was inevitable that the hatred he had kept at bay would boil over. I'shan was a virtual representation of everything that had caused him pain. He couldn't take his anger out on an entire Weyr. It was easier for him to focus his anger onto a single individual, and who better than the exact person who wrested him away from his life and thrust him into a new one?
There was no hint that Erisi had accepted the apology. It was clear he heard it, but he wasn't choosing to respond to it. I'shan certainly wasn't going to hear a 'I'm sorry' in return, nor should he expect to. The Harper leaned back against the wall, his mind whirling at desperate speeds to figure out a way to get him out of this situation. Either he was in the palm of I'shan's hand, or in the palm of D'ren's. And to be honest, he was sure he hated I'shan more than the actual Weyrleader right now. Would he take his chances with the bronzerider, who would probably punish him strictly because his position would dictate him to do so? Or did he take a chance with I'shan, who was likely to be more emotionally invested, who was just as likely to turn him over to the Weyrleader's hand after toying with him for a few sevendays?
"You really are bent on making my life utterly miserable, eh?" he spoke sorely, a soft laugh following his own words. He wasn't amused, but there were moments in his life where he had to laugh incredulously at the situation he had gotten himself into. "If you really were sorry, if you really felt bad about it, I don't think you'd be feeling entitled to hang this over my head. So again, you're lying to me, and I'm really sick of being drug around like this. Everyone seems to be in a rightful dandy mood to do this to me." It was happening a lot, first with Talian, and now with I'shan. Though, the situations were starkly different from one another.
"You can drop this entirely, and leave me alone." It had been clear for a while that Erisi had taken an avoidance policy when it came to I'shan. He would have never spoken to the man if not for having accidentally run into him. The moment they met, though, it was inevitable that the hatred he had kept at bay would boil over. I'shan was a virtual representation of everything that had caused him pain. He couldn't take his anger out on an entire Weyr. It was easier for him to focus his anger onto a single individual, and who better than the exact person who wrested him away from his life and thrust him into a new one?
There was no hint that Erisi had accepted the apology. It was clear he heard it, but he wasn't choosing to respond to it. I'shan certainly wasn't going to hear a 'I'm sorry' in return, nor should he expect to. The Harper leaned back against the wall, his mind whirling at desperate speeds to figure out a way to get him out of this situation. Either he was in the palm of I'shan's hand, or in the palm of D'ren's. And to be honest, he was sure he hated I'shan more than the actual Weyrleader right now. Would he take his chances with the bronzerider, who would probably punish him strictly because his position would dictate him to do so? Or did he take a chance with I'shan, who was likely to be more emotionally invested, who was just as likely to turn him over to the Weyrleader's hand after toying with him for a few sevendays?
"You really are bent on making my life utterly miserable, eh?" he spoke sorely, a soft laugh following his own words. He wasn't amused, but there were moments in his life where he had to laugh incredulously at the situation he had gotten himself into. "If you really were sorry, if you really felt bad about it, I don't think you'd be feeling entitled to hang this over my head. So again, you're lying to me, and I'm really sick of being drug around like this. Everyone seems to be in a rightful dandy mood to do this to me." It was happening a lot, first with Talian, and now with I'shan. Though, the situations were starkly different from one another.
