Are
Are chuckled at the reaction he'd manage to get out of Adam. Not usually one to tease, but he could easily make more exceptions he thought. At least if they only elicited muttered curses instead of the occasional beatings he'd gotten used to among enough brothers to staff a tannery. "Oh I believe you, you seem like a good man." Are relented and instead of poking more fun at the thief gave him a sincere piece of his mind.
"Hope is in short supply, what little I have left I save for..." suddenly somber, the words stuck in Are's throat. He never figured out why he kept spilling his sorrow onto strangers, let alone drunk thieves. "Her." he finally managed to get it dislodged. Every time he said it it cut a little deeper, but the pain reminded him of why he kept going.
"Sorry, but I think this is home now." Are felt as if someone else spoke with his mouth, like he was just a vessel for ideas he had barely accepted himself. He knew it was the truth, still. "At least, that is what's kept me from going mad with the reality of it all. Grit your teeth and keep working, keeps you from thinking too much about it."
"Hope is in short supply, what little I have left I save for..." suddenly somber, the words stuck in Are's throat. He never figured out why he kept spilling his sorrow onto strangers, let alone drunk thieves. "Her." he finally managed to get it dislodged. Every time he said it it cut a little deeper, but the pain reminded him of why he kept going.
"Sorry, but I think this is home now." Are felt as if someone else spoke with his mouth, like he was just a vessel for ideas he had barely accepted himself. He knew it was the truth, still. "At least, that is what's kept me from going mad with the reality of it all. Grit your teeth and keep working, keeps you from thinking too much about it."
