Vitality
Vereux was just so tired. He didn't care about what she said, the irritation in her tone simply made it worse. Though he closed off his heart. He was useless, that was a matter of fact nothing more. Vereux had tried, he knew he had but everyone else automatically assumed that he was some sort of traitorous curr. His own happiness meant naught to him, because he was always miserable and that was how he would remain. But she, if he saw her happy, if he saw Avalon excelling and living. The same as he saw others he enjoyed being around excelling - that was more than enough for him. Much more worth it then concentrating on himself when he wasn't worth it. Vereux chuckled in his head about her comments with the gods. They indeed existed, they were the ones who put his father in power. The ones that made Katja who she was, and he... who he was. “I know.” he nodded his head. He had no problem facing Katja alone. He felt alone, he didn't want to share that with Avalon because he always felt alone. He had so many issue's that they couldn't be fixed. The only thing he wanted was to make sure their children grew up healthy. That Avalon would live her life to the fullest.
“That's what I've been doing alone.... this whole time.” he looked back towards the den. “I was afraid Avalon, and I'm still very much terrified I hope it's not true but I studied and studied myself through and through. My immune system was shot when I caught the plague long ago. My lungs sometimes seize it's hard to breath then. I get constant headache's, my limbs ache. My body is simply breaking own and not doing what I tell it to.” he looked at her strained. “I searched and I wrecked myself, what I said was an estimate I could have more or less time but those were my best odds.” he shook his head. Staying where he was at.... “I'm sorry Avalon, I'm trying my best.” he really....really was. |