Deeds will not be less valiant
because they are unpraised.
because they are unpraised.
Despite the straining and rubbing of his emotions, Zavien could feel something shifting in his chest. Alys didn't shy from his confessions, validating the feelings he still hadn't come to accept. It loosened the hold on his chest to make his breathing just a touch easier. Looking to Sol, he let out a tense sigh. "I know that - deep down... but it felt like I shouldn't have given up so easily..." Him, the ever-optimist, had abandoned hope of salvation, falling into the darkness of death.
His green eyes came back up to meet Alys. Wincing, he added, "And the regrets I'd pushed down came back in full force - with a vengeance." Like they blamed him for abandoning them, they'd gripped at him tightly, magnifying the pain and guilt. Even now, he felt them urging him to train, to love, to live before he lost the chance.
His green eyes came back up to meet Alys. Wincing, he added, "And the regrets I'd pushed down came back in full force - with a vengeance." Like they blamed him for abandoning them, they'd gripped at him tightly, magnifying the pain and guilt. Even now, he felt them urging him to train, to love, to live before he lost the chance.
Zavien
