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

She looks to him, and tells him she’s glad he got involved, and all he can do is look away. He isn’t, not with the way it’s destroyed her. It’s different here, where once he hadn’t cared in Korofi because everyone there had a hand in harming him, in hurting him. Here? It was different. So different, and perhaps that is why he was lost, floating along the current only to drown at the edges. He bites down on his lip and only glances back to her when she speaks again, a bite to her tone. And he knows that he has, he didn’t even remember the glass he had dropped when he saw her.

And his eyes shutter slightly, looking down from her. “I know.” He admits, it was a terrible thing to do. He had thought that then too. “I thought she was an illusion. Until she said my name and all the memories came flooding back.” Soft and quiet, remorseful. “I held her when she died, when she took her last breath and an hour after. And three years later she’s walking into the clinic with you.” His voice shakes, so very unlike him. “She was the best thing to happen to me in Korofi, Phoebe. She saved me numerous times from wanting to drown in the flood waters, wanting to jump from the highest rooftop in the city. She saved me there. And I couldn’t save her.” His gaze lifts up to look at her again.

“And I’m sorry I forgot you the minute she was there. All I wanted to do was be sure she was okay, that she was going to be okay. But she wasn’t, still isn’t entirely.”

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

SUNJATA