[Using Chishiya's own words, because there are no words in ravkan - no concept of the topic that Chishiya mentions- that would suffice. There was doing, and there was dying.
If you went a little mad in the process, well. That was to be expected - soldiers, home from war to tend to the fields and flinching with every loud noise. It was the haunted look in the eyes of those who survived, the empty gaze that showed that while they breathed, they barely lived.
It was the blood-soaked dirt on the Vy and the hastily buried bodies at the borders. Mass graves and faded tombstones.]
You have watched people die. [He saw the memory, how Chishiya didn't flinch] Yet, you seem to claim that caring for others is the right way. To want. To connect. That choosing not to, is a sickness. See it as proof of a broken person.
How many people can you stand to lose, Chishiya, before you would see the value in not forming connections? Who could you lose, without losing pieces of yourself along with them? Friends. Lovers. Parents. Children.
[Aleksander snorts, signalling for another drink]
I never break, so I am not broken. There are no pieces.
[as long as he didn't want, didn't allow room for this weakness.
no subject
[Using Chishiya's own words, because there are no words in ravkan - no concept of the topic that Chishiya mentions- that would suffice. There was doing, and there was dying.
If you went a little mad in the process, well. That was to be expected - soldiers, home from war to tend to the fields and flinching with every loud noise. It was the haunted look in the eyes of those who survived, the empty gaze that showed that while they breathed, they barely lived.
It was the blood-soaked dirt on the Vy and the hastily buried bodies at the borders. Mass graves and faded tombstones.]
You have watched people die. [He saw the memory, how Chishiya didn't flinch] Yet, you seem to claim that caring for others is the right way. To want. To connect. That choosing not to, is a sickness. See it as proof of a broken person.
How many people can you stand to lose, Chishiya, before you would see the value in not forming connections? Who could you lose, without losing pieces of yourself along with them? Friends. Lovers. Parents. Children.
[Aleksander snorts, signalling for another drink]
I never break, so I am not broken. There are no pieces.
[as long as he didn't want, didn't allow room for this weakness.
Alina]