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

They make quite the pair, with the blight constantly peeking around the corners of their minds, influencing their words. And when she speaks, he understands. He does but it doesn’t help. He knows he isn’t in Korofi, and that’s exactly where the confusion lies, where it begins and where it ends. Are they still good for one another here? Or has it changed because of location? Or has it changed because she isn’t who she used to be? He doesn’t know, yet again. And he gnaws on his lip and nods with her. As though he hadn’t thought of those reasons too.

But it does matter, it matters a lot to him. Because everything had always ended up being his fault. Why didn’t everyone else see that, too? “It changes you.” He comments firmly. He’s had a guilty conscience since he can remember. He doesn’t know where it ends and he begins. “I don’t know where it ends and I begin.” He adds swiftly, before her next comment and his eyes narrow slightly.

“I know that.” He hums, a shake of his head. He might be an idiot, but he knows that well enough. He sighs, looking back to the fire. “But I just thought, maybe, things would be like they were before. I don’t know why I thought that.” Steel eyes drift back to her and he frowns lightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t fight for you.” He finally says, trembling hand still on her shoulder.

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

SUNJATA