The stallion turned his head away from me and I snorted quietly. Come on. Answer m- "Whatever I do, I don't do it well." He shifted - wow, he wasn't actually a statue - and looked at me, I could almost feel the cold spread in my veins and freeze my blood. Almost. "You think I wasn't murderous? Who do you think fueled the Edge's secret racism? Who do you think killed those who stood in our path, or threatened to tell of what they knew? Why do you think I did it? Glory?" He sounded like an old man, bitter and sad, which made me relax for a short while before I tensed up again. I listened with forward-flicked ears to what he said, opening my eyes widely as he spoke. W...Wow.

"It's just a way to occupy the mind.. to forget everything you've seen and done. I am crazy with it, Delinne, with all of it; I'm just good at pretending otherwise."

I parted my dark lips, but closed them again without a word. Was he honest? It felt like he was, but I didn't know for sure. I... He was looking at me, and it felt like he was looking right into my twisted, darkened soul. Why... "Why are you telling me this? Am I not someone less worth than you? Am I not someone you can just lie to and hope for the best?" I was confused. Oh so confused. Mauja the FrostHeart, the stallion. "I was too blind back in the Edge to see what you did to others." I looked away, avoiding his icy gaze and just cringing. I wanted to scream. Panic. Be furious. I WANTED TO SCREAM. "You sure are good at pretending, FrostHeart."

I turned my head again, looking at the stallion with darkened eyes and a wicked smile decorating my lips as I chuckled quietly. "But I am not." My head flew up and I gasped for air, slowly starting to hyperventilate. "I'm not exactly a good actress, as you may have noticed." I tensed up and the muscles beneath my dark skin moved ever so slightly, tensing up until it felt like it was going to cramp at any time. "Mauja... I need someone. Some fucker who knows how to handle a ticking bomb. Someone who has been a bomb before," I whispered, staring at the stallion as I lowered my head again until my horn was pointed at his chest. "Please, help me." The three words were pathetic even to come from me, and I hated myself instantly for letting them out into the open in front of him. But I needed help. I was a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any time and I couldn't fucking handle it anymore.

"Talking"
Delinne's thoughts
Dezba's thoughts

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