Sah
Sah seemed to have hit the mark with his words as Lisbeth fell apart before him. She lunged and he honestly was worried she'd concuss herself or break a hand on his armor. The Abandoned hardly felt a thing as she pounded her fists on his chest. As her breathing grew unsteady, he began to grow concerned that she would pass out. The Abandoned had to resist the urge to pull her in for a hug, his own anger and hatred fading now that he better understood her.
Sah caught the fist that Lisbeth threw at his face with a gentle but firm hand. As she screamed, he simply waited, letting the young soldier vent out what was clearly years of grief and pain. And she struck a nerve in him as well, "I wouldn't know. My own father died before I was born." Sah sighed heavily as Lisbeth only seemed to grow irater and spiral out of control.
When she collapsed in tears, Sah knelt down from where he stood, sitting on the sand with a furrowed brow. His tone grew quiet, gentle even. "Hate me if it helps you. I don't mind." Lisbeth's pain and anger were clearly deeply rooted and clearly, he represented the worst of her fears with how protective he was of his loved ones.
With Lisbeth's breathing so unsteady, Sah started trying to talk her through it. "Please breath. In through your nose, out your mouth, five seconds for each. Don't go passing out on me, soldier." If she did, he'd have to carry her somewhere safe. And something told the Abandoned that she'd hate him all the more for it.
Sah caught the fist that Lisbeth threw at his face with a gentle but firm hand. As she screamed, he simply waited, letting the young soldier vent out what was clearly years of grief and pain. And she struck a nerve in him as well, "I wouldn't know. My own father died before I was born." Sah sighed heavily as Lisbeth only seemed to grow irater and spiral out of control.
When she collapsed in tears, Sah knelt down from where he stood, sitting on the sand with a furrowed brow. His tone grew quiet, gentle even. "Hate me if it helps you. I don't mind." Lisbeth's pain and anger were clearly deeply rooted and clearly, he represented the worst of her fears with how protective he was of his loved ones.
With Lisbeth's breathing so unsteady, Sah started trying to talk her through it. "Please breath. In through your nose, out your mouth, five seconds for each. Don't go passing out on me, soldier." If she did, he'd have to carry her somewhere safe. And something told the Abandoned that she'd hate him all the more for it.
I think there for I am,
But what if all I do is bleed?
But what if all I do is bleed?
