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He faced her pain and was uncertain in its onslaught. Bewildered the man stood and faced what he decided he had caused, though in truth there was nothing he could do to rectify it. "Valanthia, I'd change it if I could. I can't even give you ten minutes here, because you deserve far more. I could have, during the Zali'mau, but not now.... " He took a ragged breath, and spoke once more.
"I'm sorry you are in so much pain because of it, but I don't know how to do anything about it. It's noble... before the sundering, I thought you would be the mother of my children. I wanted that. We wanted a lot of things together, if you remember. Things changed though... they changed too fast and we were slow to adapt. It was everyone's fault and indeed no ones. But I will tell you one thing... you deserve to be a mother, you'd make a good one... and it'd give you something to focus your energy on, something to remind you why the future is so important." He didn't want their people to die. He didn't want any of the pairings to be separated forever.
Umbrosus looked thoughtful, getting his emotions under control. He was healer of the body, not of the mind. But he knew Valanthia was having a hard time being two places at once. They all did. She just didn't realize it made her feel so isolated, so alone... so at odds with the world. Valanthia had never before had trouble making friends, and it seemed odd to him that now the Sanguine... as she said... were acting differently towards her. He looked intently into her face a moment, and then said carefully. "I can't tell you why, Val. I can't be there and see all the sides. It might be them being cruel. It might be you as well having some issues making friends. All I know is that you cannot judge them for all their anger and pain too. They are half-souled as well." He said thoughtfully. He didn't have access to the future memories Val had of the past. He had no idea what she was saying or what the others were doing... but it seemed odd to him that the sanguine as a whole wouldn't welcome one of their own. Truth be told, he didn't know what was responsible for the gray coloring of Val's skin, having never seen a Vysstichi in his time. But it didnt' matter to him one bit. It truly didn't. She was his, and he stepped closer again... hopefully.
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"There's a place that I go that nobody knows. Where the rivers flow and I call it home. And there's no more lies in the darkness there's light.
And nobody cries, there's only butterflies."
Status: Even angels feel mysterious once in a while -> working from 3 - midnight all week PST time. Expect mod posts before and after all week.
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