[ very softly, his voice faded from recollection: ]
It's been a part of me ever since I could remember. I used to deal with it by traveling into the wilderness, where there are no people, but...
[ ... they can't have that now, can they? and so, he is shut into a prison of others' thoughts, the screams of their nightmares bleeding into his. he has told no one, because it's been demonstrated over and over again, that the echo is a burden as much as a blessing.
(sometimes, he still dreams of ysayle, a woman who too could hear the thoughts of others, who had been ensnared in a millennial web of lies and jumped to her death to atone for sins she did not commit. ysayle, a fellow elezen, who only wanted to make sure no child would freeze in the snow like she did.)
alex listens to lorem's voice, a calming river threading through the sullen silence that presses down on this world, a ray of light in the misty darkness.
he's quiet, eyes closed so he can focus on her words. only after a while does he open them again, one gold, one grey ]
... thank you. I... will hold your words to my heart.
[ often, he wished someone would advise him, much like Hydaelyn did. but five years have passed, and he's long since been weaned off such direct support. ]
I still feel so childish, sometimes. So... I'm glad you're patient with me. To explain.
[ for all the heroics that he's done, he's still a child in a grown man's body. perhaps, he should tell this to her too... but maybe, later. ]
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It's been a part of me ever since I could remember. I used to deal with it by traveling into the wilderness, where there are no people, but...
[ ... they can't have that now, can they? and so, he is shut into a prison of others' thoughts, the screams of their nightmares bleeding into his. he has told no one, because it's been demonstrated over and over again, that the echo is a burden as much as a blessing.
(sometimes, he still dreams of ysayle, a woman who too could hear the thoughts of others, who had been ensnared in a millennial web of lies and jumped to her death to atone for sins she did not commit. ysayle, a fellow elezen, who only wanted to make sure no child would freeze in the snow like she did.)
alex listens to lorem's voice, a calming river threading through the sullen silence that presses down on this world, a ray of light in the misty darkness.
he's quiet, eyes closed so he can focus on her words. only after a while does he open them again, one gold, one grey ]
... thank you. I... will hold your words to my heart.
[ often, he wished someone would advise him, much like Hydaelyn did. but five years have passed, and he's long since been weaned off such direct support. ]
I still feel so childish, sometimes. So... I'm glad you're patient with me. To explain.
[ for all the heroics that he's done, he's still a child in a grown man's body. perhaps, he should tell this to her too... but maybe, later. ]