[Salyssa] that went poorly
The thing that irritates me is that I let my own self-pity hurt him. Once I calmed down enough to rationally think about what happened, I realized where my point of weakness was. Now that I know what it was, I can stop it from happening again. The shouting... unnerved me, but what it meant for him... stupid dead echoes. And the blade... I was curious to know what it was--talking?--about, but after that episode of weakness, it refused to communicate with me. I find it far more understandable than most of the living people I know.
As to his proposal... can I really do that again? I thought this time, I'd found the place where I belonged. Is this temporary restlessness? On his part, it's a reaction to the resurfacing of... the past. Perhaps he'll come to terms with it. But I find myself considering the idea carefully. I need to be experimenting in that area anyway--pushing myself to find out what I can do. Indulging this self-pity has wasted too much of my time.
As to his proposal... can I really do that again? I thought this time, I'd found the place where I belonged. Is this temporary restlessness? On his part, it's a reaction to the resurfacing of... the past. Perhaps he'll come to terms with it. But I find myself considering the idea carefully. I need to be experimenting in that area anyway--pushing myself to find out what I can do. Indulging this self-pity has wasted too much of my time.