CHULANE
why do things happen with no reason or rhyme?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
It was a chance meeting, almost an accident, that Loren went along. Chulane could hardly believe it, as his mind churned through the information the healer offered. And, true to the silent deal, he also took a spoonful of food to his mouth, swallowing while barely tasting the stew. Idly, he picked at the bread, dipping a piece into the bowl, chewing slowly.
He paused when Loren looked back up at him, patient, but also hanging on the man's every word. Was it selfishness, that made him want to shake, to shout, to prod and poke until he had the whole story? Every gritty detail, every inane fact that Loren might feel was insignificant - Chulane wanted to know it all, to hear it all.
But could he do it even if it ruined Loren?
"Take all the time you need." He said quietly, barely above a whisper, as he took another sedate bite of the bread. He wouldn't push, even if he was morbidly desperate to know. "If you don't want to - if you can't - I understand." He added. It was a sort of free pass, a permission given that though Loren was the one to propose 'talking about it', Chulane understood if it was too much, too hard, too soon, too anything to bear at this moment.
He paused when Loren looked back up at him, patient, but also hanging on the man's every word. Was it selfishness, that made him want to shake, to shout, to prod and poke until he had the whole story? Every gritty detail, every inane fact that Loren might feel was insignificant - Chulane wanted to know it all, to hear it all.
But could he do it even if it ruined Loren?
"Take all the time you need." He said quietly, barely above a whisper, as he took another sedate bite of the bread. He wouldn't push, even if he was morbidly desperate to know. "If you don't want to - if you can't - I understand." He added. It was a sort of free pass, a permission given that though Loren was the one to propose 'talking about it', Chulane understood if it was too much, too hard, too soon, too anything to bear at this moment.
how do we keep going, through the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
