27.Aug.12, 06:19 PM
Sanderon watched as Talian worked on his wrists. The gentleness of Talian's hands showed his compassion. His speed and sure movements showed to Sanderon how capable the man was. It was painful but he could ignore it better while Talian spoke of his past.
He could see the different emotions crossing the man's features. Sanderon's heart ached as he listened. He wanted to feel the release Talian did not take. He just wanted to end it all. Talian had spoken about how he had not believed his friends when they told them of their love. He only realized it after. Sanderon didn't even have that consolation. No one had spoken or even hinted of their love for him here. Sure, some people could give a passing smile or a friendly nod, but love?
He did not know love here at all.
Shells! Sanderon just wanted to end it all. He was even tempted to ask Talian for that special brew for himself. But he didn't have it in him. No. He didn't really want to die. He just couldn't live like he was anymore. His heart and mind were full of turmoil and he was having a hard time controlling his emotions. He couldn't shove them down as easily any more. Everything he tried to do, to say, to think...None of it was good enough. He was hated and he couldn't really blame anyone for it. It was just how things were.
With his control firmly in place for the moment and his expression as masked as ever his ears heard Talian's last remarks.
"...these people would have succeeded in destroying me."
"Perhaps they already have." He answered with no emotion. He wasn't just talking about Talian. The Healer looked battered for sure, but broken? He had no idea. All Sanderon knew was how he felt and his very mind was trying to tear him apart. He did not know how much strength he had left to combat it.
When his wrists were cared for to completion he muttered tiredly, "Thank you Talian. I'm glad you did not give up. Stay strong."
He could see the different emotions crossing the man's features. Sanderon's heart ached as he listened. He wanted to feel the release Talian did not take. He just wanted to end it all. Talian had spoken about how he had not believed his friends when they told them of their love. He only realized it after. Sanderon didn't even have that consolation. No one had spoken or even hinted of their love for him here. Sure, some people could give a passing smile or a friendly nod, but love?
He did not know love here at all.
Shells! Sanderon just wanted to end it all. He was even tempted to ask Talian for that special brew for himself. But he didn't have it in him. No. He didn't really want to die. He just couldn't live like he was anymore. His heart and mind were full of turmoil and he was having a hard time controlling his emotions. He couldn't shove them down as easily any more. Everything he tried to do, to say, to think...None of it was good enough. He was hated and he couldn't really blame anyone for it. It was just how things were.
With his control firmly in place for the moment and his expression as masked as ever his ears heard Talian's last remarks.
"...these people would have succeeded in destroying me."
"Perhaps they already have." He answered with no emotion. He wasn't just talking about Talian. The Healer looked battered for sure, but broken? He had no idea. All Sanderon knew was how he felt and his very mind was trying to tear him apart. He did not know how much strength he had left to combat it.
When his wrists were cared for to completion he muttered tiredly, "Thank you Talian. I'm glad you did not give up. Stay strong."