neron
”It is, sometimes. Not so bad, when your thoughts are pleasant enough to manage.” When they aren’t, however, that’s where Neron finds himself with problems. He’s closed his eyes now, in fact, content to talk and to imagine what it would be like to fall asleep again, to merely blink the night away and have it be morning. They blink right open again, however, at Morgan’s sudden question, the Ascended glancing across at her with a raised brow. He considers, at first, that she might be sassing him or asking rhetorically, but it certainly doesn’t seem so.
”Of course I do,” he says quietly, the admission between them and the room that surrounds them. No one else, he imagines, would coax such a truth from his lips. ”Waking up feeling rested, enjoying the sunshine, good wine and better food... I miss it. But... at the time, it felt as though there was little other choice. I couldn’t let Zariah manipulate me any more. Of course, had I known she would be lost to the Tundra...” Yeah, maybe he’d have made a different choice.
”Of course I do,” he says quietly, the admission between them and the room that surrounds them. No one else, he imagines, would coax such a truth from his lips. ”Waking up feeling rested, enjoying the sunshine, good wine and better food... I miss it. But... at the time, it felt as though there was little other choice. I couldn’t let Zariah manipulate me any more. Of course, had I known she would be lost to the Tundra...” Yeah, maybe he’d have made a different choice.
lay your hand on me, one last time
