The Disappearing Light

Jigano's disappointed eyes on him burnt more than any scolding could have done. Sam hated to know he wasn't meeting up the expectations of his guildleader, his friend. It reminded him too much of his own inadequacies, of what he hated in himself: his cowardice, his fear. The gentleness in his voice didn't help either, as if he were talking to a caged animal, something pitiful and in need of a soft touch. Sam looked at the fire, sipped at his tea. He knew the right thing to do without Jigano telling him, but he so didn't want to do it. It was scary and too much, like the right thing often was. He'd thought that helping at The Spire was the right thing to do, too. And now all he had to show for it was a recurring nightmare and a new set of guilt and anxiety. "...I..........I'll help." He finally announced after a long pause. "But I can't promise I will be any good. If...sometimes when things happen, I freeze and I can't help it." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child