This is what Myr needed to hear, even or especially delivered as dispassionately as it is. There is an explanation behind the remembered terror that dogs him; there is a logic to why memory is crueler than the event itself.
It doesn't make it hurt any less--perhaps there is nothing that could, for though Myr is not by nature given to despair, his is the isolated sufferer's conviction that nothing can ease what's happened to him. But he at least isn't mad, or broken, or uniquely miserable; there is a reason, there are many potential reasons behind his pain.
His fingers curl beneath Linden's. He presses the back of his other hand to his lips.
I don't perceive you that way.
It's a truth Myr's long known that it's easier to be brave when someone else believes it of you, and what Linden's given him deserves some recompense. And if there is anyone who might hear it of him and not recoil in horror...]
Everyone--everyone who knew me, who mattered--they saw it happen. [He hadn't needed to tell them for them to have thought him weak.
He gestures abruptly, jerkily toward his face--toward the blindfold.]
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This is what Myr needed to hear, even or especially delivered as dispassionately as it is. There is an explanation behind the remembered terror that dogs him; there is a logic to why memory is crueler than the event itself.
It doesn't make it hurt any less--perhaps there is nothing that could, for though Myr is not by nature given to despair, his is the isolated sufferer's conviction that nothing can ease what's happened to him. But he at least isn't mad, or broken, or uniquely miserable; there is a reason, there are many potential reasons behind his pain.
His fingers curl beneath Linden's. He presses the back of his other hand to his lips.
I don't perceive you that way.
It's a truth Myr's long known that it's easier to be brave when someone else believes it of you, and what Linden's given him deserves some recompense. And if there is anyone who might hear it of him and not recoil in horror...]
Everyone--everyone who knew me, who mattered--they saw it happen. [He hadn't needed to tell them for them to have thought him weak.
He gestures abruptly, jerkily toward his face--toward the blindfold.]
I did this to myself.