Blighted Bars

they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes

he's a demon, with a crown of blood

He ignores the apology, but whether it’s him or the blight taking its hold is another story. Instead, he focuses on what she says, the truth to it all, how she had meant all of it, and he feels himself sinking deeper and deeper into the well of water he’s drowning in. She tries to make it better, he knows she is, but it’s not. It’s really not. And he lifts his head from the bars to look down at her with a shake to his head, an almost half believed smile crossing his face.

A full, happy life? Doubtful. Not having to suffer anymore? Obviously not. He almost snorts as it rolls around his mind before he shakes his head. “No. Apparently I don’t.” He replies swiftly, arms returning to fold across his chest as his fingers continue to tremble. “No, because I have the blight now. And while people are getting better, mine is getting worse.” The edges are sharp to his words, and he drifts away from her slightly with another shake of his head, turning from her slightly. “I have fought for so much, does it ever end?” It’s a rumble of frustration. When will he get the chance to not have to fight any longer? ‘When you’re dead.’ He reminds himself.

does it look like he's still under your control?

SUNJATA