[ this isn't the first time Abel has seen a glimpse at the depths of some hidden, concealed pain that lingers and churns in Rand's heart. it is no less horrid a thing to witness despite this, and there is an empathetic weariness in blue eyes that settle on the boy's dejected posture, shoulders sloped in misery. ]
...This is not who you are meant to be.
[ a man who takes life, a man who buries his emotions until they burst forth out of him in a fit of vitriol and anguish. Abel understands there is much this boy is keeping behind lock and key - and that isn't a good thing. ]
Whatever it is that's led you here, Rand... to where this pit sits in your stomach this way? You choose where the next step will take you. This isn't all there is... it doesn't have to be. It won't be, unless you make it so. Do you understand...?
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...This is not who you are meant to be.
[ a man who takes life, a man who buries his emotions until they burst forth out of him in a fit of vitriol and anguish. Abel understands there is much this boy is keeping behind lock and key - and that isn't a good thing. ]
Whatever it is that's led you here, Rand... to where this pit sits in your stomach this way? You choose where the next step will take you. This isn't all there is... it doesn't have to be. It won't be, unless you make it so. Do you understand...?