My feeble walls are closing in

Acere · 05-26-2020, 08:02 PM

He waited patiently as Bellamy and her companions talked among themselves. His own mind was occupied enough that he didn't feel the need -or urge- to eavesdrop. Instead, he waited for his companions to return, and soon enough they did. Finn arrived with a small satchel of water that he had filled, and Lumi came with a couple of snow hares. He nodded his thanks as they placed the food and water nearby, and no sooner had they done that that Bellamy started to come over. When she approached him, he kept his gaze on the sky and remained where he was. The anger had disappeared from his face by this point, and he had thought about what to do. While he still wasn't completely sure about his decision, he would hold off on the punishment for a few more minutes. He wished Tyranis was here. Perhaps even someone to fill the role of Judge. But until then...he was the one that would have to do these things. “Whiskers tried filling me in a little bit.” He didn't look at her, just like she didn't look at him quite yet.

“I don’t know what happened Acere. I truly did want to help Winterfell. I’m grateful for the aid you gave me before and now…I just gave you even more trouble." He closed his eyes for a moment, even as she turned he didn't yet. He wanted to wait until she was done speaking, though he also made sure his body language didn't show any anger or hostility. He was calm. Collected. Letting her know he wasn't just about to spring an attack on her. “You guys are sure I didn’t hurt him bad, right?” His eyes remained closed for a moment longer as he nodded. When he opened them, he was focused on the passing clouds. "Greed saw him at the healers camp. Beyond a few cuts and bruises which is expected from a fight, the boy is fine."

He turned to look at her then, his gaze betraying nothing as he assessed her. "Bellamy, I know you wanted to help. But...I don't think you were ready. It sounds to me like what you struggle with...your past...your history...it's highly likely, and from what I've witnessed, that you suffer from post-traumatic stress." Whether she truly did or didn't, he believed it when he saw it. He recognized the signs when he himself suffered it a long time ago. "I know your past wasn't easy. And in a way, I can relate. I've had my fair share of struggling with the psychological effects of my past, too. And in some instances, I still do." This time, he let understanding show in his crimson eyes. "Though it has taken me a long time to accept and live with it, and even longer still to keep it under control, I also struggle with it."

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