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26.Jan.12, 11:12 PM
What a nice list of titles and accomplishments. None of them helped Talian, though.
"Why does impressing me matter so much to you?" he asked. "Have you spent so much time trying to cheer up your other victims?" He slumped more in his seat as he spoke, as if he feared some sort of retaliation for his crisp words. He wasn;t sure if he could handle being shouted at or hit at this point. Nothing like that was going to happen, but he didn't no that. No, it was in line with his pessimistic tendencies to expect it. He took another drink, almost finishing off his entire mug of klah. He avoided B'jin's face as long as he could stand to before he finally peered timidly at the greenrider from the other side of the cup.
"If I didn't know better," he said, fidgeting nervously as he sat. "I'd say you felt guilty." It felt wrong, to take on the dragonrider like this. His voice was weighed down by hopelessness. No matter how much he argued, no matter how much he out-reasoned or out-maneuvered his adversary, he still lost in the long run. He wasn't even trying to convince B'jin that he was right. He was just desperately trying to understand.
B'jin's indignant response didn't help. Fearing this was going to be the violent retaliation he feared, he shrunk back. His eyes widened and affixed themselves to B'jin during his little rant. Talian seemed to shrink. He realized, after a few moments of horrified staring, that his eyes were watering. He wiped the stagnant tears away and closed his eyes, his chin pointed down in melancholy shame.
"...and I'm Talian. I'm a master healer, and that's all," he replied, using the same format as B'jin, but a notably less enthused tone.
"Why does impressing me matter so much to you?" he asked. "Have you spent so much time trying to cheer up your other victims?" He slumped more in his seat as he spoke, as if he feared some sort of retaliation for his crisp words. He wasn;t sure if he could handle being shouted at or hit at this point. Nothing like that was going to happen, but he didn't no that. No, it was in line with his pessimistic tendencies to expect it. He took another drink, almost finishing off his entire mug of klah. He avoided B'jin's face as long as he could stand to before he finally peered timidly at the greenrider from the other side of the cup.
"If I didn't know better," he said, fidgeting nervously as he sat. "I'd say you felt guilty." It felt wrong, to take on the dragonrider like this. His voice was weighed down by hopelessness. No matter how much he argued, no matter how much he out-reasoned or out-maneuvered his adversary, he still lost in the long run. He wasn't even trying to convince B'jin that he was right. He was just desperately trying to understand.
B'jin's indignant response didn't help. Fearing this was going to be the violent retaliation he feared, he shrunk back. His eyes widened and affixed themselves to B'jin during his little rant. Talian seemed to shrink. He realized, after a few moments of horrified staring, that his eyes were watering. He wiped the stagnant tears away and closed his eyes, his chin pointed down in melancholy shame.
"...and I'm Talian. I'm a master healer, and that's all," he replied, using the same format as B'jin, but a notably less enthused tone.
