His mind was already gone. Daegmar's command went unnoticed. Somewhere in the recesses of his ill mind the words registered, but any understanding he had for them was buried under the fog. The mindless need to find his sister was all he knew. There was fever burning him out and if she wished to grab his attention she was going to have to try harder.
If his wits had been around him, the boy would have scoffed at her words. Part of him would have been pleased with them, the part of him that desired a purpose, but his heart was calloused to such things. He'd been let down too many times, had too many things go wrong, for him to consider the possibility that there was something out there for him to do. He'd always been on the outskirts of everything, aimless, purposeless and without any real "business". The idea that he had unfinished business was absurd.
He continued on his aimless path around Daegmar. Esti. The named rattled around inside his head, bouncing off the walls and whispering in time with his heartbeat. Esti. Esti. Esti. He would see her one last time before he died.
"Speech"
This character is prone to acts of EXTREME violence when provoked. If this makes you uncomfortable do not thread with him.
