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08-10-2015, 05:50 PM
She had an answer to anything. He found it peculiar that she chose to stay there and talk rather than leave him to be, as she called it, "bitter, angry and miserable". Perhaps she just wanted to be right, or she felt some misguided need to cheer him up. Ha! As if he was interested in anything this half-pint girl had to say! At least she wasn't yelling. Her temper appeared to have simmered down in pace with his own, something Cathun was immensely grateful for. Alright, so it might have been his fault that things got out of hand in the first place, but how was he supposed to know she wouldn't run off crying when faced with a raised voice? The women in this land was apparently made of stronger materials than he was used to - not that he had much experience either way.
She dropped her name rather than slip past him to resume the climb up or down the treacherous path, but Cathun didn't return the favor. Instead he rolled his eyes and made a sour grimace as she started prattling on about love and happiness of those left behind - it was just the kind of naive nonsense he'd expect from someone who didn't feel the winds of oblivion whip around the fetlocks.
"Easy for you to say" he muttered under his breath, resentful of the measured span of years that separated their futures - in his eyes her time appeared nearly infinite, close to endless. "Alright, what about my pain then? What's the point in letting people close if you know the time is finite? What kind of 'love' or 'happiness' could possibly make up for the bitterness of knowing that everyone around you has a future that you won't be a part of?"
The tail drooped on the dock, aching pain lacing through the words even though he tried to retain the same haughty, indifferent tone as before. Cathun hated to hear himself. He felt childish, weak, incompetent as he couldn't even endure the road fate had laid out for him with calm and dignity. Instead of accepting the inevitable and struggle against it like... like his mother once had, he stood here whining his ass off to a stranger who had no basis at all to understand where he was coming from.
Again he turned to leave as something constricted around his chest, made him feel choked and breathless. So stupid, such a waste of time! Instead of standing here whining he should be out there looking for a solution, a clue, anything - even though in his heart he knew there might be nothing to find.
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