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| Sebastian | Mar 12 2011, 06:26 PM Post #151 |
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The elven man withdrew his hand, reaching for his water mug as he listened to Helothannin speak. He remained silent for several moments, grimacing after the words had been said. There was nothing good to be said for anyone who lived in Quel'Thalas in those days, they shared the same pain of losing dear ones in the invasion. Though, Sebastian felt almost guilty for still having his siblings around him(save for one) - he frowned. "They do live on in our memories." He softly muttered, "And then sometimes we can be pleasantly surprised." Edited by Sebastian, Mar 12 2011, 06:27 PM.
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| Reyvan | Mar 12 2011, 07:00 PM Post #152 |
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Reyvan was pleasantly surprised when Zadora returned her touch. She had been half expecting the paladin to withdraw her hand- after all, why would a lovely, healthy, breathing, living young human want to touch a corpse like her? Reyvan was unable to surpress a slight smile when the woman squeezed her hand... a smile that disappeared instantly at Helothannin's words. She looked up at the elf, brow creasing once more as she was hit by another pang of sympathy. She hadnt realized till now how fond she was of these two. It was a strange feeling, this fondness. She had never allowed herself to grow so close to anyone since she was alive. But then, perhaps 'allowed' was the wrong word. She certainly hadnt meant to grow so attatched to them. It seemed it was just the natural side effect of spending so much time togethor and going through so much side by side. After everything they'd been through togethor, she felt their pain as though it were her own. |
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| Helothannin | Mar 12 2011, 07:40 PM Post #153 |
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Helo paused, wanting to say 'of course I do', but then...that was and was not a true statement. "I wouldn't know where to begin," he said finally. "There are many possibilities for what happened to him. His remains may still be in Eversong, trampled into the ground...they may be in Northrend among the San'layn, or s-sewn into an abomination, or he could be nothing more than a skeleton, or..." he trailed off, pressing his lips into a thin line. "...you know, I left Northrend before the final push into Arthas's citadel. Because I couldn't stomach the changes I saw in myself, and....I was terrified that I WOULD come face to face with my father. In a way, I would greatly prefer to remain ignorant of his true fate, but then what sort of son would that make me?" he added bitterly. |
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| Zadora | Mar 12 2011, 07:48 PM Post #154 |
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As she returned his earlier gesture and gave his shoulder a gentle, light squeeze, the answer she gave to his question was simple and she could only hope it helped in some minuscule way, "The sort of son who loves and misses his father..." |
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| Sebastian | Mar 13 2011, 01:00 AM Post #155 |
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Sebastian watched the elf, studying his face for a good long moment. He had begun to speak, but found his words lacking once more - what can one say? How could he offer advice? He shook his head slowly, "Sometimes, you'll never feel comforted - until you gain the truth." His voice finally came, "Whether or not you feel sound, there is no closure." Tired, gentle eyes kept themselves planted upon the man, "You many owe it to yourself." He gestured with a hand, "And to him." With a simple nod, he stood, "Yes, definitely to him." With a bow, Sebastian excused himself from the table, walking away from the trio. Placing a hand to his mouth he sighed, rubbing at the corners of his lips. He too had someone he owed that to - and now that thought was at the forefront of his mind. Soon he exited the building, yearning for the night air. He needed to rest. |
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| Reyvan | Mar 13 2011, 01:56 AM Post #156 |
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Reyvan glanced up at Sebastian and nodded her farewell before turning back to Helo. It hurt to hear his voice tremble, hurt to see him in such pain. For a moment she was tempted to reach out and touch his hand as she had touched Zadora's, but no- to touch a rotting corpse like her would be unpleasant for anyone, much less someone like Helo who had lost so much to undead hands. "Only you can know what the right course of action is for you and your family, Helo," she said after a pause, her raspy voice unusually gentle, "But if you do decide to try to find your father, I'll do what I can to help. I think I owe you that much." It was true. She owed him. If she hadnt run into Helo after learning of Sylvanas' cruelty, if he hadnt been there to help her and give her a new purpose, sooner or later she would have followed in her fathers footsteps and taken her own life... or what was left of it. She knew this deep down in her bones. She would have broken her promise to Edwina. Would have. But in some strange twist of fate, Helo and later Zadora had come into her unlife, and for the first time in a long time, she wasnt alone. Neither of them would ever know how much their presence during this painful time had helped her, saved her. Because of their presence Reyvan had felt less alone, had been able to pretend, for once, that there were people in the world who would give a shit if she died. She was sure her own presence didnt mean anything to them- why should it? No doubt they'd forget her in a moment when they parted ways. But because of them she'd been able to hold on, to honor her promise to Ed, and for that she'd be forever grateful. |
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| Helothannin | Mar 13 2011, 10:08 AM Post #157 |
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As he struggled to find a way to put his gratitude at Reyvan's words into words of his own a soft snore came from the general direction of the bench he sat on, and Helo looked down to see that Noamuth had fallen asleep with his head still between him and Zadora. "I think Sebastian and Noamuth have the right idea...if we're going back to hunting cultists in the morning, we should get what rest we can," Helo said, not at all attempting to hide the expression of relief that crossed his features - he was very thankful for the change in subject. He yanked on Noamuth's ear and woke the lion up, then looked around. This building didn't appear to be one meant to be used as an inn, so he wondered where they could turn in for the night without being in anyone's way. |
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| Zadora | Mar 13 2011, 12:03 PM Post #158 |
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Nodding as well, Dora stood and collected the various eating implements they'd been given, taking them to a nook in the wall with such other dirty things before moving back toward the group, "I believe I know where the inn is, or at least a room with beds where we can sleep on the floor with a roof over our heads." |
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| Sebastian | Mar 13 2011, 06:17 PM Post #159 |
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Sebastian leaned against the outside wall, running a hand carefully through his golden locks. He heaved a sigh as he began to fidget, searching his satchel for a small flask - which he soon produced, "Ah, brother - what became of you, hm? First you go mad, and then ... gone." He screwed open the lid, pressing the spout to his lips as he took a long drink, "Mystery. Did you finally do yourself in? Or have you given your services to another?" He chuckled darkly, giving his shoulders a shrug. Drawing in the cooler night air, he chilled. Shaking his form, he pushed himself from the wall, "Ah, well. I'm an old fool for even worrying. You clearly made a choice." |
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| Reyvan | Mar 13 2011, 07:14 PM Post #160 |
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As Zadora led the way to their sleeping quarters, Reyvan allowed herself to fall slightly behind. She shoved her hands in her pockets as she walked, watching her companions out of the corner of her eye. She felt privileged to have heard their stories, privileged to have seen these strong warriors show their vulnerable sides. It was strange to see Helothannin so upset. He was usually so cheerful, and calm, and even-tempered. In a way, he reminded her of what her father had been like before the war sickened his mind. She was glad that Helo, at least, had made it through the war with his mind still intact, if not his heart. Reyvan's brow creased as her thoughts turned to Dora. Something in the way she said 'I opened the door for them'... was it Reyvan's imagination, or was there guilt in the paladins face when she said it? But she couldnt blame herself for the death of her parents- that would be irrational. A child couldnt have known better, and even if she hadnt opened it, surely the murderers would have found a way inside anyway. But then, trauma of that sort could make even the most intelligent of people think irrationally. Ed had been the same way, always blaming herself for things that couldnt possibly be her fault- her fathers fists, Rodney's cruel words. Reyvan hated to think of Zadora feeling that way. Maybe she should say something to her? But what could she say? |
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