29.Jan.12, 04:17 PM
Talian expected the uncomfortable response to hi little story. The incident he described as a freak accident, the sort f thing that only came along once in a very long while. If anything else, Talian's presence at the Weyr meant if they had any lovely freak accidents of that nature, there would at least be someone around who'd seen something like that before. He wasn't especially proud for having dealt with it, though. The poor man had died, so in Talian's mind, it was a failure.
He hated losing people. It made him feel like a failure, and in his specialty, such things were inevitable. The best healers took on his specialty to feel like the worst healers. That's simply the way it was.
His sour expression lingered for a few moments as he listened to B'jin's little explanation. Now, Impressing a dragon didn't concern Talian. He was quite happy to accept the idea that he may not ever have one. He was still stuck on hos pathetically ugly they were, their evil riders nonwithstanding. He didn't like whers, either. It didn't take an educated eye to tell they were worthless and that all the people swooning over them were deluding themselves out of desperation, probably because of the disappearance of their slightly-less-ugly cousins.
"I'm not worried about that," he said, confirming his thoughts aloud. "...Your dragons mean nothing to me at all. But what you're saying is 'yes'. You brought me here to Impress one of your dragons, and now you're telling me that something is wrong with me, so I can't. So you brought me here for no reason after all." It was simple to him, but he was accustomed to thinking in a linear, straightforward way. He obviously didn't appreciate the situation, as his mood was visibly deteriorating. He felt like he had to ask, though. He had to know. "If I'm useless to you, what will you do with me, keep me locked up here until I die?"
He hated losing people. It made him feel like a failure, and in his specialty, such things were inevitable. The best healers took on his specialty to feel like the worst healers. That's simply the way it was.
His sour expression lingered for a few moments as he listened to B'jin's little explanation. Now, Impressing a dragon didn't concern Talian. He was quite happy to accept the idea that he may not ever have one. He was still stuck on hos pathetically ugly they were, their evil riders nonwithstanding. He didn't like whers, either. It didn't take an educated eye to tell they were worthless and that all the people swooning over them were deluding themselves out of desperation, probably because of the disappearance of their slightly-less-ugly cousins.
"I'm not worried about that," he said, confirming his thoughts aloud. "...Your dragons mean nothing to me at all. But what you're saying is 'yes'. You brought me here to Impress one of your dragons, and now you're telling me that something is wrong with me, so I can't. So you brought me here for no reason after all." It was simple to him, but he was accustomed to thinking in a linear, straightforward way. He obviously didn't appreciate the situation, as his mood was visibly deteriorating. He felt like he had to ask, though. He had to know. "If I'm useless to you, what will you do with me, keep me locked up here until I die?"