Don't Cry For Me

The sound of laughter met his ears, and a gentle touch met his shoulder. It seemed his words had managed to have their intended effect on Adelaide. This was a reassuring feeling, as it would seem he'd been able to help someone. Finally help someone get over their issues. It was just another step in the direction that he wanted to be going. The direaction that ended with him standing on top of a mountain looking down at the world he managed to conquer without losing his soul. Because in Newol's mind, conquering the world was as simple as not letting it break you apart. You could falter, you could wobble, and you could stumble. But so long as you kept yourself going forward, you kept trying and kept digging with all you had, and you made it to the other side and still possessed that which made you who you where, then you had conquered. And he didn't just want this for himself ether. He wanted to carry as many with him as he could. Adelaide was one of them now. He wanted to see her succeed. He wanted her to wake up two weeks from now and still see the sun as beautiful, and still feel it's warmth on her flesh. Still see the light in the world for what it was worth.

There was nothing more satisfying than to help another. To take your pain and rather than create pointless havoc with it, Build something with it, build up others, and fix things. There where few things that compared. So, with warm smile on his face, he reached his head over and touched her shoulder in return with the nose of his scared muzzle. She needed to understand him. He didn't know why, but, he just wanted her to understand. "No, Thank You" And then he pulled his noise away, returning to look out from where he sat at the world from this spectacular view. He was a fixer of problems. It was what he did. "I help others. Recently I've found it's why I exist. And so without the chance to do so... I am nothing. All my effort, all my struggling... It has no meaning. It is all for not" This new string of emotion that bubbled inside of him was strange. It was so sudden and unexpected that he didn't quite have the chance to brace for it as he would have wanted, but he found himself struggling to contain a sudden impact. His lips pulling back into a half snarl as his nose dropped and his eyes shut tight. His words fell soft, quietly, from behind barred teeth. "I just... Want to make sure that I do enough to keep what is good in this world alive. I can't beat all the nasty shit... But if I can just hold it up, slow it down..." Not here, a voice in his head said, not here. So he forced his lips shut again, and to calm before the tears could fall. Focusing instead on just breathing steadily.

This. This was probably the best image one could have of what Newol was. He was a ambitious, Good Person. Just pouncing in a field of tall grass, trying to catch that which he could see, but found oh so hard to touch. A chaser of a beautiful dream. And one who was just so terrified of the thought of failing.