27.Aug.12, 11:10 PM
Talian looked back at Sanderon, equally emotionless. There was no sadness or joy or pain in his eyes, though behind his walls there lurked a very visible streak of empathy. Talian knew what it felt like to be hopeless and alone in this helllish place. But even he had a small advantage when he first arrived; his searchrider, the man who'd so callously torn it all away from him, took pity and came to his aid. Talian had resented and feared B'jin at first, but in time he came to value one of the first true friends he'd ever had.
The world played cruel tricks sometimes. In spite of the counter-intuitive nature of their bond, Talian credited it with saving his life. He didn;t know who had searched Sanderon, but he imagined to fill that role, someone didn't have to follow the exact same model as B'jin. It could just be anyone who took the time to say a few kind words. Shards, Tal could ever remember a few kind words changing his mind about that horrible mistake he'd almost made.
He looked down. Already destroyed? Is what what Sanderon thought? As Talian tried to formulate a response, all he could think about was J'ver.
"There are many kinds of destruction," the healer said simply. The sadness and brokenness came, washing onto his face for a few long seconds before the final comment reached him. At that point, Talian could only smile. It was a meek smile, as he always tended towards, but he hoped that among all this darkness, his fellow northerner could find it encouraging.
"Same to you," he said gently before turning to walk out. He had other duties to attend to and Sanderon needed rest. But in all honestly, Talian's biggest fear was that the other young man would ask too many questions. Perhaps one day he could answer them all, but for now, Talian was too unsure of himself to risk talking about it as if he were wise. For now, Sanderon was probably even worse off. He needed time to think, not more muddled details to ponder over. That would be a conversation for the future.
The world played cruel tricks sometimes. In spite of the counter-intuitive nature of their bond, Talian credited it with saving his life. He didn;t know who had searched Sanderon, but he imagined to fill that role, someone didn't have to follow the exact same model as B'jin. It could just be anyone who took the time to say a few kind words. Shards, Tal could ever remember a few kind words changing his mind about that horrible mistake he'd almost made.
He looked down. Already destroyed? Is what what Sanderon thought? As Talian tried to formulate a response, all he could think about was J'ver.
"There are many kinds of destruction," the healer said simply. The sadness and brokenness came, washing onto his face for a few long seconds before the final comment reached him. At that point, Talian could only smile. It was a meek smile, as he always tended towards, but he hoped that among all this darkness, his fellow northerner could find it encouraging.
"Same to you," he said gently before turning to walk out. He had other duties to attend to and Sanderon needed rest. But in all honestly, Talian's biggest fear was that the other young man would ask too many questions. Perhaps one day he could answer them all, but for now, Talian was too unsure of himself to risk talking about it as if he were wise. For now, Sanderon was probably even worse off. He needed time to think, not more muddled details to ponder over. That would be a conversation for the future.