just look at the state he left emond's field in. just look at everything mat, and perrin, and egwene, and nynaeve went through since then. they left their home still burning, nearly, the dead uncounted, and he still doesn't know what kind of shape fal dara was in when he woke here in horos. with the huge army of the dark one's bearing down on it, he can only hope that his friends got out alright, that the city that has never fallen lived to see another day. destruction follows in his wake, and every child in his world knows to expect that of the dragon reborn.
and ciel had been very clear, hadn't she.
— what have you done?
— nothing as irreversible as what you've done to that guard.
in the end, he didn't have as long to sit with that fear as she might have intended. but he did have every dragging hour that night in the cell, and the next days besides, unable to prioritize finding out what had happened over ensuring vaeka's rescue. he had long enough to dwell on and understand her message. ciel had done this, yes, but so had he. forgetting that they're at war. playing at a normal life. pretending to be anything but what he is.
so his eyes flick downwards at ernesto's question, linger on his fidgeting hands before he looks back to answer. ]
She had a burn on her arm. Eleanor. She couldn't work for a couple of days. She thinks it was an accident.
[ the pressure at his shoulder is nice, actually. he's...trying, lately, to let himself accept comfort like this from friends. once in a while. ]
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just look at the state he left emond's field in. just look at everything mat, and perrin, and egwene, and nynaeve went through since then. they left their home still burning, nearly, the dead uncounted, and he still doesn't know what kind of shape fal dara was in when he woke here in horos. with the huge army of the dark one's bearing down on it, he can only hope that his friends got out alright, that the city that has never fallen lived to see another day. destruction follows in his wake, and every child in his world knows to expect that of the dragon reborn.
and ciel had been very clear, hadn't she.
— what have you done?
— nothing as irreversible as what you've done to that guard.
in the end, he didn't have as long to sit with that fear as she might have intended. but he did have every dragging hour that night in the cell, and the next days besides, unable to prioritize finding out what had happened over ensuring vaeka's rescue. he had long enough to dwell on and understand her message. ciel had done this, yes, but so had he. forgetting that they're at war. playing at a normal life. pretending to be anything but what he is.
so his eyes flick downwards at ernesto's question, linger on his fidgeting hands before he looks back to answer. ]
She had a burn on her arm. Eleanor. She couldn't work for a couple of days. She thinks it was an accident.
[ the pressure at his shoulder is nice, actually. he's...trying, lately, to let himself accept comfort like this from friends. once in a while. ]
We both know it was to get at me.