Wrathion studies Emilia again, the way she needs the dough, the flowers in her hair. She is much better at this than he is, in so many ways.
"But we can trust ourselves," he offers.
Is it so bad to be alone? It is true, his thoughts are never quiet. His nightmares are a regular thing. Doubt creeps over him, crawls under his skin and possesses him. It questions his choices, digs sharp fingers under his ribs and squeezes at his heart.
Yet Wrathion can endure, knows well how it feels to be alone. He has made himself an island, forged his own way in the world. Made of himself a man who takes no instruction, only gives it. Who needs for nothing.
Yet there are things he doesn't have. Things he tells himself he doesn't need that, when offered, send cracks through his once-sturdy walls.
The warmth of comfort withdrawn hurts far more than nightmares ever do. The loss of a friend cuts deeper than the sharpest knife. Fear and anxiety are familiar presences, companionship and trust are fragile and rare things that leave nothing but a starless, empty void when they fall away.
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Wrathion studies Emilia again, the way she needs the dough, the flowers in her hair. She is much better at this than he is, in so many ways.
"But we can trust ourselves," he offers.
Is it so bad to be alone? It is true, his thoughts are never quiet. His nightmares are a regular thing. Doubt creeps over him, crawls under his skin and possesses him. It questions his choices, digs sharp fingers under his ribs and squeezes at his heart.
Yet Wrathion can endure, knows well how it feels to be alone. He has made himself an island, forged his own way in the world. Made of himself a man who takes no instruction, only gives it. Who needs for nothing.
Yet there are things he doesn't have. Things he tells himself he doesn't need that, when offered, send cracks through his once-sturdy walls.
The warmth of comfort withdrawn hurts far more than nightmares ever do. The loss of a friend cuts deeper than the sharpest knife. Fear and anxiety are familiar presences, companionship and trust are fragile and rare things that leave nothing but a starless, empty void when they fall away.