Whilst Soliloquy was a mess, his injuries were of course still rather minimal in comparison to the little figure that suddenly appeared at his side. He had succeeded in finding isolation so far, hadn't seen another soul since he had fled from Isolde and the children but that appeared to have all come crashing down to an end now. To be completely honest though his sanity was apparently fading too, for a brief moment he thought the woman a figment of his imagination.
The way she so bluntly came to the conclusion that something had happened to him as well brought him mixed feelings. Initially he ignored it, she was a daydream or something after all, he knew what traumas he had suffered though in the same way he didn't want this company he didn't want to think about it. That was perhaps when it hit him that this woman was indeed real, she was stood at his side and daring to encourage him to talk.
Soliloquy had never really been one for words or spilling emotions other than lust or rage yet now he had someone, a complete stranger, here trying to encourage him to share his story. A low growl was his first form of response, she'd better drop any foolish ideas of starting some sort of self-help group, besides he was beyond help now.
