We Keep the Demons Down Below

*Resin* · 04-22-2021, 09:32 PM

Both boys were tenacious and free thinking. Spirited children. Just like she and Tamsyn had raised them to be. For once though, she wished that they were meek and mild. All of this was mentally exhausting and the grey woman was feeling that tingling in the back of her skull again. The edges of her mind were encased in the beginnings of fog. Neither seemed willing or able to accept her word. That was just too bad.

Rudyard questioned her first, admitting that he didn't understand. How could they, really? Neither had been exposed to such things. Who would even think to mention the malady to children? From her place in the dark, curled in a ball upon the fur covered pallet, Resin watched her sons, light from the hearth illuminating their forms. Artorias seemed more angry than confused and spoke of redemption and healing. Poor, foolish boy... He was so hopeful.

"There is no fixing this." Her voice was lifeless and dry. Clinical. Sterile. No feeling. No emotion. She'd flipped the switch. "Imagine an old rope. One by one the strands break until there's nothing left and the rope breaks." Low tones continued to slither forth from the darkened corner of the cell. "I cannot be fixed. Over time, I'll lose more and more of myself. I'll no longer be me." That was why they could never come back. They couldn't see what she would eventually become. Even she didn't know what her end state would be, but she knew that it wouldn't be pretty. "I need you to stay away. I need everyone to stay away. Remember me as I was. Not what I will be." They were too young to understand, but Resin had always been strong and proud. She could end up as a drooling, incoherent mess, pissing and shitting all over herself. She could end up a whirlwind of rage, trying to murder anything that happened by. No one knew what would be. She only knew that she would no longer be Resin.

"Speech"

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