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Exhausted from blood loss and too concerned to leave, Roderick spent the night in the infirmary with Miniver.
They spoke of many things. Death, pain, literature...
Something Miniver had said and stuck in Roderick's mind like a rusty dagger.
It's going to get worse before it gets better.
For the first time, Roderick slept undisturbed. No nightmares haunted him, no visions of Madeline appeared behind his closed lids. He slept soundly, woke up with no hint of panicked sweat on his body, no trembling, no racing heart. Before leaving, he had come to the conclusion that there was something comforting about seeing some of yourself in another. By trying to help Miniver he was trying to help himself.
And that was proof, to Roderick, that there is a shred -- a tiny, tiny little shred -- of sanity left in his skull. Why would he have gone to the infirmary in the first place, had he not acknowledged that his wounds needed to be taken care of? Why would he have stayed, had he not felt worry for the other man?
A shred will do, for him.
He's nestled into a booth this morning with fresh bandages and new clothing on. The circles under his eyes have diminished slightly and his hands remain steady as he eats. There is no sign of fear upon any part of his body -- no tense muscles, no wide, darting eyes, no trembling.
For the first time since his arrival and for the first time in what seems to be years, Roderick feels he has control over his own body and mind.
[ooc: Mun will be around sporadically all day & will catch up on tags fo' sho'. :D!]
They spoke of many things. Death, pain, literature...
Something Miniver had said and stuck in Roderick's mind like a rusty dagger.
It's going to get worse before it gets better.
For the first time, Roderick slept undisturbed. No nightmares haunted him, no visions of Madeline appeared behind his closed lids. He slept soundly, woke up with no hint of panicked sweat on his body, no trembling, no racing heart. Before leaving, he had come to the conclusion that there was something comforting about seeing some of yourself in another. By trying to help Miniver he was trying to help himself.
And that was proof, to Roderick, that there is a shred -- a tiny, tiny little shred -- of sanity left in his skull. Why would he have gone to the infirmary in the first place, had he not acknowledged that his wounds needed to be taken care of? Why would he have stayed, had he not felt worry for the other man?
A shred will do, for him.
He's nestled into a booth this morning with fresh bandages and new clothing on. The circles under his eyes have diminished slightly and his hands remain steady as he eats. There is no sign of fear upon any part of his body -- no tense muscles, no wide, darting eyes, no trembling.
For the first time since his arrival and for the first time in what seems to be years, Roderick feels he has control over his own body and mind.
[ooc: Mun will be around sporadically all day & will catch up on tags fo' sho'. :D!]