Small conversations
Indigo sighed.
She had read the elist again. That was never good for the small abyssal child. It always depressed her.
Yet another hyporite ranting away. She could press the issue further,but noone was listening to her anyway. It was just Sally, running her mouth yet again. Who cared? She was starting not to. Between the strange looks from Jimmy Hoodwink, and from the others that watch her like she had seen them watch the Hallow Men she curled into a small ball on her slab for a few moments before getting into her small summer dress and wandering out to find Abbadon.
She took her axes with her, hopefully she wouldn't have to get the soft white dress too bloody before she found him. She took a long breath and closed her eyes; she navagated the dark halls of DSI sensing for Abbadon, all of her mage senses feeling for him. She opened her eyes for a moment and smiled at one of the cats. It hissed and clawed at her and she chuckled. "Silly cat, I could eat you if I waned to." She spun right then, one of her hachets landing in the knee of one of the flesh creatures, and the other squarly in it's head. It fell over in a useless heap. She pulled out her axes and wiped them on her dress. Rusty axes weren't good for anything.
She continued on her path to Abbadon feeling him getting closer. Finally she found him. She bounced in cheerfully. She always missed Abbadon when she wasn't around him. Abbadon understood her. He didn' fear her, he knew she wasn't the same, but he never questioned why. They had an understanding. He didn't want her to be better. He just wanted her to be her.
Abbadon watched her with one eyebrow cocked, she had lost herself in though again and forgotten to speak. She did that. Finally when she remembered what she had come in to ask him her face saddened. She found her voice and asked, "Abbadon, why don't people listen to me? They don't respect me and nothing I do seems good enough, and I wonder why I work so hard toprotect them. Do they do that to you too?"
Abaddon considers his answer for a long moment before speaking. "People don't listen because they don't like to hear what we have to say. They don't respect us, because our actions deny the path of Wisdom as they understand it. We still protect them, though, because it is our duty to do so, and their appreciation is not required. We defend those that despise us, because someone has to keep them safe from the threats that they can't understand. Only those of us who have looked into the darkness can truly fight what dwells there. But you find a few people along the way that you can trust and who love you, no matter the things that you say and do, because they realize that ours is a heavier burden than most will ever have to carry."
Indigo seems to smile at his answer and then takes a breath and without asking moves to crawl childlike into his lap. "Is it wrong that I still hate them? I'll protect them. But I don't have to not hate them right?" She thought about Sally and the other Magi, and her hate burned within her. She didn't know if she couldn't hate them.
Abbadon considered her question aga for a few moments, his gravely voice breaking the silence of the asylum, "I don't know how I could survive this life without being able to hate most of them, at least a little. Some of them much more than that. They have it so easy, and they'll never appreciate it, because of those of us who do our job too well."
Indigo curled closer into his chest listening to his heart beat steadily, it was a soothing sound. Knowing you were next to something alive. She was honest to him, "That's good because I don't know if I could have stoped hating them."
As Abbodon held her and stroked her hair she let the thoughts of the other magi slip from her mind, the silly statue crying blood and all the other nonsesnse she had read on the list today. None of it really mattered. Her standing didn't matter, her voice didn't need to be heard, her actions stood out more than any words could anyway. After a time Abbadon stood up, gently placing her on her feet next to him as he took her hand, "Lets go, it's time for breakfast."
She had read the elist again. That was never good for the small abyssal child. It always depressed her.
Yet another hyporite ranting away. She could press the issue further,but noone was listening to her anyway. It was just Sally, running her mouth yet again. Who cared? She was starting not to. Between the strange looks from Jimmy Hoodwink, and from the others that watch her like she had seen them watch the Hallow Men she curled into a small ball on her slab for a few moments before getting into her small summer dress and wandering out to find Abbadon.
She took her axes with her, hopefully she wouldn't have to get the soft white dress too bloody before she found him. She took a long breath and closed her eyes; she navagated the dark halls of DSI sensing for Abbadon, all of her mage senses feeling for him. She opened her eyes for a moment and smiled at one of the cats. It hissed and clawed at her and she chuckled. "Silly cat, I could eat you if I waned to." She spun right then, one of her hachets landing in the knee of one of the flesh creatures, and the other squarly in it's head. It fell over in a useless heap. She pulled out her axes and wiped them on her dress. Rusty axes weren't good for anything.
She continued on her path to Abbadon feeling him getting closer. Finally she found him. She bounced in cheerfully. She always missed Abbadon when she wasn't around him. Abbadon understood her. He didn' fear her, he knew she wasn't the same, but he never questioned why. They had an understanding. He didn't want her to be better. He just wanted her to be her.
Abbadon watched her with one eyebrow cocked, she had lost herself in though again and forgotten to speak. She did that. Finally when she remembered what she had come in to ask him her face saddened. She found her voice and asked, "Abbadon, why don't people listen to me? They don't respect me and nothing I do seems good enough, and I wonder why I work so hard toprotect them. Do they do that to you too?"
Abaddon considers his answer for a long moment before speaking. "People don't listen because they don't like to hear what we have to say. They don't respect us, because our actions deny the path of Wisdom as they understand it. We still protect them, though, because it is our duty to do so, and their appreciation is not required. We defend those that despise us, because someone has to keep them safe from the threats that they can't understand. Only those of us who have looked into the darkness can truly fight what dwells there. But you find a few people along the way that you can trust and who love you, no matter the things that you say and do, because they realize that ours is a heavier burden than most will ever have to carry."
Indigo seems to smile at his answer and then takes a breath and without asking moves to crawl childlike into his lap. "Is it wrong that I still hate them? I'll protect them. But I don't have to not hate them right?" She thought about Sally and the other Magi, and her hate burned within her. She didn't know if she couldn't hate them.
Abbadon considered her question aga for a few moments, his gravely voice breaking the silence of the asylum, "I don't know how I could survive this life without being able to hate most of them, at least a little. Some of them much more than that. They have it so easy, and they'll never appreciate it, because of those of us who do our job too well."
Indigo curled closer into his chest listening to his heart beat steadily, it was a soothing sound. Knowing you were next to something alive. She was honest to him, "That's good because I don't know if I could have stoped hating them."
As Abbodon held her and stroked her hair she let the thoughts of the other magi slip from her mind, the silly statue crying blood and all the other nonsesnse she had read on the list today. None of it really mattered. Her standing didn't matter, her voice didn't need to be heard, her actions stood out more than any words could anyway. After a time Abbadon stood up, gently placing her on her feet next to him as he took her hand, "Lets go, it's time for breakfast."