Zavien didn't see the realization of his death hit Liam. Even if he had, he might not have done more than laugh in an attempt to minimize the traumatic experience. It was better than the wallowing he'd had just a few weeks ago, the anxieties that made it difficult to even look at the darkness for fear it might swallow him whole. But the shimmering golden bond in his chest was like a beacon, keeping him on the path of light and positivity so the memories might not devour his soul.
Pausing to let Liam regain his balance, he resumed his throwing, letting talk of weapons shift to focused training. "Sure. Just let me know if it gets to be too much." Although Zavien would have his eyes closely assessing the entire time, looking for signs of struggles so that he might adjust, that didn't mean he wouldn't miss something subtle or disguised, and he'd hate to use their training as a method of torture rather than improvement.
Pausing to let Liam regain his balance, he resumed his throwing, letting talk of weapons shift to focused training. "Sure. Just let me know if it gets to be too much." Although Zavien would have his eyes closely assessing the entire time, looking for signs of struggles so that he might adjust, that didn't mean he wouldn't miss something subtle or disguised, and he'd hate to use their training as a method of torture rather than improvement.
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