Another attempt at an Apology

Walk | Talk | Think

Maximous took the news better than she would have expected, though honestly she should have expected more from him. He had been her mentor for well over a year, a constant companion and friend through many changes and trials that had afflicted Ebony and its history, and that should have given her a better understanding of who he was as a person. Obviously her judgment had been impaired by the events that had transpired during their separation, and it made her wonder sadly whether their relationship, their friendship, could truly be repaired. Was she beyond help now because of what had happened? Would she never be able to trust again because she was constantly worried about finding herself in another situation too similar to the first that had started her paranoia? The thoughts were too deep for her to consider now, not in this moment, so she tried to clear her mind with a soft blink of her silvery-blue eyes, tried to focus her attention on Max and how he was handling the news.

No matter how he felt for her now, which she knew his feelings had not changed so quickly, the purple-marked wolf accepted her statement without upset or anger. Callisto could not begin to guess what he might have added when he seemed about to go on talking, but he changed his mind before anything could be given away. It worried her slightly, though only because of the unknown. Would he have tried to convince her otherwise? Would he have said something spiteful and out of character due to his hurt? When he raised his eyes to hers and she met his gaze with a look that was both questioning and uncertainty, she thought he looked sorry. For what was still beyond her - for how everything had turned out, just as she was sorry for that? - but it did not matter in the end.

He knew her well, still knew her well, as when he went to go on it was with a direct question wishing to know what she wanted to do. She appreciated his bluntness, for getting right to the point and not tiptoeing around it with useless chatter, and though at first she might have been confused how to answer him, she felt more or less confident in that answer now. She wanted to still be friends. She wanted to still have him in her corner helping her out, encouraging her studies, being that steady companion that was always willing to lend his support. But... "Can we get to that point?" Callisto asked, unsure but at last expressing a bit of her hope within her silvery-blue eyes. "To mend things?" Could he look at her without longing? Could she finally see him as a friend and not a predator? It seemed like a lot to ask, a lot to overlook in order to fix what had been broken. "I'd like to," she admitted softly, "I want to. I just..." Could they succeed?