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08-02-2012, 11:47 PM
The stranger seems almost overwhelmed by Jaydan's tale. It is much to take in and Jaydan is afraid he has spoken too much. He does not regret the move, but perhaps would have reconsidered the company. He blames his grief for making him so foolish lately.
A wane smile responds in turn to the stallion's apology of sorts. Sorry? Yes Jaydan is very sorry to, yet that changes nothing. Change will not come, not in the way he hopes for it. It's as Cysaro says, they must grit and bear it. Gods know Jaydan is trying, but he feels too much like that half-dead plant as of late. "How?" he asks weakly, feeling sudden despair. "When do hurt leave?" Take up duties and stay busy - it helps to an extend, but there are times of rest and then it's all upon him again. Everyone tells him time, time, but how much time must he give until he feels whole? How many sleepless nights and forgotten days must he spend until he is normal again? In his heart Jaydan already knows the answer. never  |
