[The anger flares up again, this time his own. He brings his hand up to his chest, tries to knead out how unbearably tight and hot it's become. Living with them brings this feeling often, something he really doesn't like. Neither of them would let him help them even if they expressed the refusal differently. It gives strength to something hiding in the back of his mind, makes it bold enough to whisper:
haveyouevertrulyhelpedanyone?
It doesn't have enough for him to listen, but he still hates to hear it. He hates the edge it tries to sharpen onto his thoughts.
He forces it back with the remembrance there is always a path, he just has to find it.
Maybe Neriel just isn't ready yet.
It takes a few moments of silence for him to gather himself back up. He ducks his head down low to hide his stricken expression and starts to back out of the room.]
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haveyouevertrulyhelpedanyone?
It doesn't have enough for him to listen, but he still hates to hear it. He hates the edge it tries to sharpen onto his thoughts.
He forces it back with the remembrance there is always a path, he just has to find it.
Maybe Neriel just isn't ready yet.
It takes a few moments of silence for him to gather himself back up. He ducks his head down low to hide his stricken expression and starts to back out of the room.]
I'm sorry.