12-09-2025, 12:53 PM
Sasha blinked back at Oriena. He knew he had a reason for asking her but her question in return only gave a blank stare. Why what? "Why me?" Sasha's head collasped to his knees. Oriena was not a soft woman, she wasn't even warm and caring or anything of that nature but she'd never been mean. He wouldn't cry in front of her. He wouldn't whine or fall apart. He just sat there head hung over his knees, his arms wrapped around them and hugged himself. It was colder now. The fire of anger burned away. He could start a fire if he had his shard. Stay warm. He didn't have it and he was never going back to get it. He didn't want anywhere near her.
His voice still a whisper and muffled by the fetal position he held. Sasha said it again "Thank you. It was a living hell." He still didn't understand the monsters that had been there, that were there because of Oriena. He wanted to be angry, but he didn't understand it was all so very confusing.
Sasha took a deep breath and lifted his head and stood up, tears filled his eyes but they didn't fall. He wouldn't cry in front of her -- or anyone. "I'm cold. I'm going home." Not that he had a real home, but the church would be warm and there would be fire to satiate his hunger. The anger he could feed what little he had left into him into the fires there.
His voice still a whisper and muffled by the fetal position he held. Sasha said it again "Thank you. It was a living hell." He still didn't understand the monsters that had been there, that were there because of Oriena. He wanted to be angry, but he didn't understand it was all so very confusing.
Sasha took a deep breath and lifted his head and stood up, tears filled his eyes but they didn't fall. He wouldn't cry in front of her -- or anyone. "I'm cold. I'm going home." Not that he had a real home, but the church would be warm and there would be fire to satiate his hunger. The anger he could feed what little he had left into him into the fires there.