Mon Jul 05, 2004 1:26 am by Cynther
Vapor listened to him, her tail twitching. He was feeling guilt from the first time he killed... she knew how he felt, that never went away. She could still remember the first time for herself, but she had killed much since then. Usually for food... she realized battling was different.
She walked over and leaned against him. "Feel my strength," she said, simply. That should calm him, and then he would begin to heal again the wound he had re-opened with his memories.
"The first time is always the worst," she states, strength carrying through in her voice. "It never goes away. Hindsight is always perfectly clear, but we must sometimes live in the moment, and live with that moment for the rest of our lives."
She pauses, tail flicking a bit faster. "You did what was right at the time, and that is what counts. She would have done the same, given the chance."
Her voice sounded a bit cold, but sometimes the truth was cold.
I am the Amused Bobbin!