Role-Play Departure

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  1. Dolentrean

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    OOC: This takes place a little while after BoK would have ended. I am gonna keep it limited to the first few people who join to keep it more realistic. If two people are already in it I would request you use your discretion and only join if it seems like it would work and fell natural.

    BIC: It seemed as though that strange twilight between the day and the night always lasted longer in the Haven. The time when all the light had faded from the sky but the darkness of the void hadn't fully settled into the world. People were still out and about, voices and footfalls still filling the air with a constant yet quiet noise. It seemed as though none of them paid Dolentrean any attention, it was the way he preferred, attention didn't tend to land on the man fondly.

    He must have looked so utterly ordinary, his hair cut, his face shaven, his wounds healed... it was amazing that the events of the tower, the events of that place, had happened so briefly ago. And now he stood back in the Haven, pack slung over his shoulder, thick cloak draped over him, the kind that would offer some protection from the chill and the elements out on the road. They fell down over his arms, covering the black metal bracers that caught the eye of some more suspicious passerby's. All his weapons covered...

    He looked so human...

    He always looked human, very few could tell that he wasn't... but he very rarely felt like he looked human. It was an insecurity he never let come to light, but he could feel eyes on him, judgments that he thought he had long sense overcome. But still, despite the wounds that wouldn't heal, and the uncertainty that rested before him... he couldn't help but feel hope.

    He wasn't sure why, but a small, almost sad smile came to his lips as he sat down by the man made lake that resided in the square, a tall tree hanging over a portion of the water. His mind wandered to the Dreamers that he had come to recognize, the ones who he had joined on their struggle... This was a place of heros.

    He pulled a few coins from his picket and tossed them in the lake. He wasn't sure why. He tried not to be a sentimental guy, but he found himself lingering. He would leave soon.
     
  2. Paladin_girl

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    ‘Are you wishing for a miracle?’

    The half-elf was beneath the tree, a book in her hands that rested in the folds over her lap. No longer in her armour, Paladin no longer seemed the battered, ruined character with her blade. The weariness in her countenance was unmistakable. On their return, she had carried herself there and then to the infirmary, with no desire to enter into celebration. She had not stayed long – there was no reason to stay long.

    It was the sound of footsteps against the gravelly edge of the water that had stirred her, but the sound of the falling metal against water was what lifted her head from the text in her hands. Moist puffs of air rolled from her breath, barely seen but for the lantern by her feet. It took her a gradual amount of time to stand up and make her way towards the figure, holding up the bauble of light to see them both.

    She barely recognised him, betraying a look of surprise before offering a tired, but reassuring smile. He was cleaner – much less the tangle of ruin, which defied his full-blood brethren.

    ‘Dolentrean.’
     
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    He looked up suddenly, seeming slightly startled by the presence of another.

    “Paladin.” He said softly. He hadn't expected anyone to be here, but it was no trouble, for some reason he was happy to see the kind familiar face. He lifted himself to his feet, leaving his pack resting on the ground by his feet. He gave a smile and a soft nod before looking back over to the small lake. Darkness lingered over the place save for the small light from her lantern, the light cast from the windows buildings nether distant nor near. The lake itself always seemed to have a strange glow to it, nothing that would light the world around it, but it seemed to Dolentrean that no matter how dark the world around it got you could always see into the water.

    “A miracle... heh.” He gave a quiet almost embarrassed chuckle, “I guess you could say something like that.”

    He turned back to the warrior. “What ummm... What brings you here tonight?”
     
  4. Paladin_girl

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    The shadow of a sage smile.

    She planted the lantern softly onto the gravelled floor, looking aside as the light made yellow ridges across the recesses of the lake, adding to the cascades already present. The glow had ebbed from the features of the half-blood before her, but not the starkness of which it brought with it. Nothing seemed to rid that from him.

    'Nothing short of avoiding the infirmary. They've told me to rest,' she grinned slightly, 'so, naturally, I'm going home. There are tales of criminals near the woods.'

    She faced him, apology written on her features.

    'I didn't mean to surprise you. You seem changed.'
     
  5. Dolentrean

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    Dolentrean reached up and and ran his fingers through his hair, as if to remind himself that it was there.

    “I don't know about changed,” he said with a small smile, “clean maybe,” He let his hand fall to his side, “And don't worry about it, just wasn't expect anyone to be out here,” The lantern gave the lake a strange eery quality that for some strange reason seemed to comfort Dolentrean, a strange dark beauty. “But its a pleasant supprise.”

    He brought his eyes back to the half elf before him and a strange feeling of guilt swelled up through him as he looked at the women standing before him. Wicked tales of a time not long past that Dolentrean almost wished could be forgotten, yet knew never would be.

    “And you... need to take care of yourself, criminals in the woods can wait.” He gave the Paladin a sly grin.
     
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    She could only offer an apologetic smile – he meant well, but the calling would be too great and the feeling of uselessness only too prominent. The smile he offered however, was encouraging. She had few times ever seen the half-blood do so and still, it seemed profound. Perhaps it was because she hardly expected him to, after all the troubles he had encountered. She knew little about him, realised by the profound discoveries that had dragged him through every wicked crevice of their absent nemesis’ making. Giving Dolentrean the brief once-over, he looked better, it was true. Yet...

    ‘You are going on a journey.’ The tone was soft and saddened, but the half-elf offered ignorance in its place. It was less a question and more of a statement, but a moment of concern flickered like the embers of the lamp at their feet.
     
  7. Dolentrean

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    He felt a tinge of sadness when the Paladin before him spoke the words, he glanced down to his pack and stood in silence for a moment. What was there to say really? He hadn't intended to meet her here, he had intended to leave without event, he figured no one would really notice...

    He tried to offer a smile but it came across more the look of melancholy trying to feign hopefulness.

    “yeah...”
    There was a quiet rasp to his voice as he spoke, “I just kinda figured it would be for the best...” He let out a slow breath, “Its... yeah,” he looked up at the Paladin and forced that smile onto his face. Years of training, countless fooled by the looks of his face, but somehow this time he wasn't sure if the Paladin would fall for his act... and he wasn't sure if he wanted her to.

    The young warrior didn't really know him and he didn't really know her. He knew who she was, he knew about her... but he didn't know her... he didn't really know anyone in this haven when it came down to it. It had crossed his mind that Jack and Rath might notice his departure, but outside of them...

    “There are just some things... you know? Some things I need to take care of...”
     
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    In the time that it had taken for the half-blood to speak, Paladin had begun to look unsure. Traces of a flinch could be found jutting in her features. There were layers to the man before her; if there was anything trivial about Dreamers, it was found on the ends of their boots. Every mile walked, their mouths could tell stories, should they have so desired.

    Very few did.

    She would not tell him to stay; not when the eyes before her seemed to remark nothing but escape. They knew little of each other, even when they fought alongside one another – but it was without indifference. He at least, had some sense where she lacked it. She could respect him for that, at least, if not miss the mysterious presence that he bore.

    ‘Yet to do so, you can’t stay? What troubles you?’ Her eyes rose to meet his, sympathy quietly embedded there.

    Do I even have the right to hear the answer?
     
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    "He doesn't fit in," the voice was cool, quiet, yet it traveled the distance between the pair and the speaker surprisingly well. Nevermore smiled fondly at his fellow dreamers as he approached them slowly. He had changed greatly since the war. His form was the same, he still stood tall and powerfully built, but his once long, black hair was cut much shorter, hanging around his ears rather than the middle of his back. His clothes were different, but still the same shades of midnight. He wore a loose-fitting tunic of the deepest blue and a black vest over his upper body and simple black pants covered his lower half. A section of his right sleeve was cut out just below his shoulder to reveal part of his upper arm. A jagged, black scar ran down nearly six inches of his flesh, branching out near the bottom and marring his arm with darkness. However, the center of the scar pulsed with light, a steady stream of brightness constantly shining from the bizarre wound. He had found that covering the wound caused pain, as if the light built up when constricted, and had made a habit of cutting holes in the sleeves of his clothes.

    As he approached them he was revealed better by the light of the lantern. The greatest difference caused by the end of the war was the appearance of his eyes, and his altered vision through them. His once icy blue orbs were now black and his pupils were indistinguishable from his irises. He beheld his old friends in a way that he was still getting used to, not seeing them as they appeared to each other, or anyone else, but as he saw their surroundings and everything else in the world, through light. Though the light was fading around them, Nevermore had no difficulty seeing as he saw not the world, but the light that formed it. The world was blindingly brilliant through his vision. Every creature, plant or animal, every stone or bit of earth had some form of light in it and it was not the physical form he beheld, but the light that made up each object he saw.

    People appeared as one might assume ghosts appear, solid, yet wispy and glowing with a mysterious light. Their appearances were essentially the same, but they radiated their inner light in his vision. Niscar was brighter than others and every movement brought the faint sound of rattling chains to his sensitive ears. He saw etched in the space that surrounded her the pale chains that held her between worlds, this one, and the Whitelands. It was odd to see such things for the young warrior. Dolentrean appeared cloudy, darker than his surroundings and his form seemed to swirl violently on occasions, as if the light within him were unstable. Nevermore suspected this to be caused by his mixed blood.

    He offered them another smile, "Or so he thinks. Are you trying to find a home? Or do you not know yet?"
     
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    Dolentrean shifted at the words that Nevermore said when he stepped up and he suddenly broke the eye contact he held with the young women before him., he glanced over to Never. He too, had been left changed by their time in tower, changed in a far more obvious and noticeable way. It was hard to imagine how the man was dealing with his new world. He again gave a small grin.

    “A home? Ha, nah, that not something I'm gonna go looking for anytime soon.” He nooded at the man before him and turned back to the Paladin. “And... no, I don't think I should...can, stay.” He shook his head slowly and looked back down at the small lake, the lantern flickered in it quiet comforting way. There was more he wanted to say, but for the moment he wasn't able to bring himself to, so instead he looked back and looked at the dreamers. Then to Paladin specifically, he couldn't be certain she would understand, but he trusted she would.

    “After everything, well, there are just things I think I need to know.” He gave a quiet sigh before looking down at Nevermore's arm, he felt his curiosity stir as he saw the strange glowing wound, but he ignored it. "Hows the arm?"
     
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    Paladin looked faintly surprised upon hearing Kain's voice – part of her spirits had lifted, a sage smile showing some signs of her relief. It was not a secret that the quiet man had gone through a harsh change – the way he looked at them... it was as if he saw a world that his friends could barely fathom. She tried not to look too far; she was not afraid, but something about that gaze made her feel exposed. She smiled warmly, bowing her head politely in greeting.

    'Nevermore...'

    The expression faded quickly at Dolentrean's response. Her breath seemed stuck in her throat for a moment before she looked away, solemnity embedding itself with consideration. The flame flickered noiselessly as a breeze swept into the narrow crevices of the lantern. In her silence, she merely listened for now.
     
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    Nevermore nodded slightly as Dolentrean explained his feeling, clearly accepting what the man had to say. He was no stranger to needing answers, needing to better understand himself. The troubled man had spent more than half his life fighting himself for control of a life he barely understood. He felt like he still knew very little about himself and thought to mention this to Dolentrean, as a way of offering comfort, but Niscar's voice stopped him. He turned towards her, the brilliance of her form once again filling his vision. Nevermore knew any normal man would go blind for it was like staring into a white star. Her features and form were barely visible through the light, the lines that defined her seeming to hover over her body, whispy and unclear as if she were more a painting, more a work of art than a human. He wondered, sadly, if she were a work of art, what would she depict? What message would the artist have been trying to send in painting her with such brilliance, yet chained between worlds as she was.

    Humanity. Finality. Purgatory.

    He bowed his head slightly in silent greeting to Niscar, holding the gesture for a few moments before turning back to Dolentrean, "Fine," he said indifferently, glancing at the glowing wound as if he didn't trust its appearance to backup his words, "It only hurts if I cover it. I think it's some sort of hole, or scar, between planes. The living plane, where we stand, and the light plane, the one my vision permanently views. It seems that everything in the world, aside from anything marred with darkness, has light in it and it is that light I see. Aside from actual light sources, no one else can see this plane, or that used to be the case. What you see on my arm is a leak from the world. It does no harm because it still exists within this world, but this is only speculation."
     
  13. Dolentrean

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    Dolentrean kept his eyes on the wound. That damn curiosity was bubbling in his head, how could a plane of light exist? How could there be a hole in the worlds that could remain stable... Was their something about the physiology of the man that allowed him to serve as a gateway between the two worlds... perhaps that was the very source of his strange light powers...

    He felt the urge to reach to the Astral Blade at his side but quickly stopped himself. Sense the encounter at the top of the tower he had been worried about using the blade, he had been pushed to far mentally. People were not meant to see the world the way it allowed him to, and atop the tower, when he held both the blade and the Halberd in his hands... His head swam and he felt ill at ease simply thinking about it. He was still worried that his mind would fracture if he used the blade again this soon.

    He looked back up to Never, at his new eyes, it was hard to tell how the man was looking at him now, it made Dolentrean feel instinctively weary.

    “Well, I would be careful using your abilities for awhile, you know. At least until you know more about that wound...”

    He turned his gaze back to The Paladin Girl, an odd, small, half smirk on his face. He opened his mouth slightly, as if to say something before closing it with a small sign. There was more to be said, but he found himself unable to find the words to say.
     
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    Paladin felt a faint shudder coursing across her skin; the plains of the Whitelands still haunted her. It was too early to think about them, having taken advantage of them so often. She did not wish to admit how uneasy it made her. Resting her book against her chest, she gathered the lantern into her other hand, clutching it gently as she turned to regard the two again. She found Dolentrean attempt to speak, but when only silence was the only yield, she smiled reassuringly and shook her head. Her eyes whispered knowing. It was strange seeing the half-blood hesitate.

    She glanced at Nevermore, her gaze naturally flickering to the mark on his arm. She made no secret that it seemed to draw her eye quicker than anywhere else. It burned temporary wounds across her vision and yet retained her curiosity.

    A shroud of unknowing was the trait of which both were given. Their steps into the Haven seemed apt as it did strange. Yet, unflinchingly, those that bore the same cloak had always left – and always, just as quietly.

    'I agree. There are things about the Whitelands that even I don't know about – but I know that in time, things make themselves available to those who deserve to see.'

    She gazed at both solemnly.

    'I think that this is applicable more so to you, Dolentrean.'

    But I won't stop you, thought she. Nobody seems able to.
     
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    'In time' The words seemed to linger and echo in his head... 'In time'. Truth be told he had no idea what time held for him. Unknowing was not something the half breed was comfortable with... but it was the only thing he had at this moment. The fear of and strange lust for the unknown. He watched the Paladin lift her lantern, his eyes lingering over the book in her hands... He felt something swirl up in him for a moment as he looked at the book.

    He didn't know her... Nor he did he know Nevermore, how the man saw the world around them. Sure, he was aware that he saw the worlds in shades of light, but that wasn't the type of vision that Dolentrean truly wondered about. No matter the vision of his eyes, what Nevermore saw in the world around them was no more a mystery to Dolentrean now than it had been before they had confronted Nikolai in that tower.

    And still a chill ran through his spine when he though about that place. It was not a memory evoked from though of the battle, nor a memory evoked of him being torn between worlds as he held two Astral Weapons, nor even the memory of life slipping away from him as he was beat near to death and tossed from the tower by the Demon. It was a memory that lingered in that cool chill in his head that wouldn't fade, that quiet tickle of something that seemed to remain.

    There was a reason he saw through his eyes in the time of Then, and a reason the other saw through his in that tower...

    Dolentrean leaned down and picked up his pack. He looked at it awkwardly as it hung from his hand before he looked back to the Dreamers who stood here with him. First he looked to Paladin, he couldn't think of words to say so instead he offered her a smile... it was a strange smile and Dolentrean wasn't sure exactly what he meant to display with it, but he at least knew that it was real.

    He looked to Nevermore... He couldn't help it, he had to ask before he left.

    "Hey, I really gotta know. Just... How do you see me now?" He cocked his head to the side slightly as he observed the light seer. "With your new eyes?"
     
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    Nevermore glanced away from the half-demon when he spoke, his expression slipping into a troubled frown as he considered the weight of the words he would use to describe the man before him. He was silent for several moments, shifting his weight as if he were suddenly uncomfortable, but not so much that he would refuse Dolentrean. His fellow dreamer deserved the right answer. He brought his black orbs back upon Dolentrean, the half-demon's unsteady form smudging the light that surrounded him, "You're unstable," His voice was quiet, a whisper, "Where humans, animals, and plants might appear as a steady glow, your form is darker, but not completely black. Darkness and light constantly swirl about you, as if in conflict, sometimes violently, other times calm like the flow of a creek. The edges of your body, of your form are smudged, as if the instability of your light has shifted your existance. Rather than standing right before me, perfectly still, it looks as if you might be stepping to the left or right at any given moment."

    The warrior of light took his gaze from Dolentrean, but continued to speak in his soft voice, "I have yet to see a demon with my new sight, but I assume you appear to me as you do because of your mixed blood. Where humans are of this world, the world of light, demons are of the next, a world of darkness. You are split, in body and soul, thus you appear as you do. But this is only speculation." He turned back to Dolentrean, offering an apologetic smile before letting his gaze fall to the blade at the man's waist, "Your sword is the strangest thing I have seen. It is nothing, a black void in the world. Since my vision has changed I have never seen such darkness."
     
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    The way that Nevermore spoke of Dolentrean and his weapon made the half-elf's skin prick with unfounded chill, the reverberations of the warrior's words whispering the mystery that seemed so untouchable. A story, the quiet woman found, was being unravelled, but the path described fell upon unknowing ears, rather than deaf ones.

    She closed her eyes, as if the words were the breeze folding against their figures, bringing with it the coming winter. The rustle of its prelude could barely be heard as it murmured amongst the trees.

    They are the change, the faceless winds whispered, they are the change.

    She knew less of the Astral weapons than the two before her did; in her absence, it was clear that something devastating had touched them, the result of which sat dormant in the half-blood's sheath. The bloody havoc which it had helped in stemming however, was not forgotten, wrenched deep into the hearts of those involved. For the half-demon – no – for the half-human, it was clear that it was resolute more in mind. It had made him solemn – far more so than he had been before.

    The smiles he had offered her seemed off – neither cold or pretentious, but suggested something uncertain. Perhaps it was because it was because he saw them more as comrades than friends. It was difficult for her to see it the same way – had they have died, she would have fervently have died battling alongside friends. The only thing that Paladin and Dolentrean may have had in common was the blood of unknown, human parentage and the prejudice which stemmed from the fears of ignorance. Yet it was something – everyone here was different.

    The Haven was not like the Steel Kingdom that she had emerged from, but its inhabitants were no less hardened from their ventures. They were not the same since their time in Nikolai's tower.

    They would never be the same again.

    “He doesn't fit in,” Nevermore had uttered.

    Paladin wished that she could say it wasn't true. The temptation boiled still, twisting in her throat to come out – but it never did.

    'A Smoke which can never be caught,' she said softly. She found it needless to say anything, but the thought flowed from her lips like quiet rain.
     
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    Dolentrean placed his hand on this hilt of his blade with a strange gentleness to his touch. It wasn't a nervous gesture as if he were brushing his hand across his pocket to check the contents, it was more a gesture of quiet assurance. It was similar to the way a person would place his hand on a friends shoulder, simply to let them know that they were still there.

    Dolentrean didn't react strongly when Nevermore described what he say. Simply the small gesture towards his blade and a quiet nod, but still, he seemed pleased, or at the very least content with what he heard. And then Paladin stirred, and spoke. A quiet breath of a voice. A distant sound that would have gone unheard if not for the serene stillness of the night air.

    In that moment Dolentrean found himself truly confused, part of him wanted to believe that he was the smoke, but the wiser part of him felt the smoke was an idea... the smoke was something in them all.

    At her words he felt a strange twisting in his stomach. Not nerves, not at all... something more along the lines of fear and shame. He didn't know the young woman well at all, but Dolentrean couldn't help but think there was something lining the features of her face. Something not unlike concern... not unlike sorrow, and at that he felt guilt... He wondered if Nevermore felt the same things he suspected, or maybe just hoped, Paladin felt in this moment, but if he did his face and new eyes gave nothing away... maybe he just selfishly hoped one person in this damn Haven felt that same quiet ache that he felt as he left. And maybe he hated himself a little bit for that hope.

    He had already hurt them all so much in that tower... in the past.

    I know that things are broken

    When he had been connected with that person he had done awful things. Dolentrean had done awful things as himself in his life, he would never try to deny that. But it hadn't been like that. The feeling had been different. No matter how many times he had killed, even the times he had done it for revenge, and even the wicked fucking times he had enjoyed that look in there eyes, not once had he ever felt... felt that. Yet still, even if they were not truly his actions, he still had the memories, the true memories of commiting those acts, and every thought and every feeling that went along with them. Those memories... those actions... he owned them now.

    And though there's too many words left unsaid

    He looked to Nevermore and the Paladin Girl, a strange quietness to his muddy green eyes. A quiet and almost awkward moment of silence drifted by them leaving that strange void that needed to be filled by things that needed to be said. Dolentrean looked up to the stars above and took a deep breath.
    “Well... I think I'd better be going.”
    It wasn't what needed to be said. He knew that. But he couldn't bring himself to find the words.
    “Maybe I'll see you again... this side or the other...”

    You say you have spoken

    He turned from them there in that courtyard and as he did he felt that burning behind his eyes. He closed them for a moment until the heat subsided as he gathered his will and walked away. These were steps that needed to be taken, like so many steps before so long in the past. There was nothing holding him to the path that lay before him... but it was a path he knew he needed to take.

    The air tasted cold and silver as he walked what would be his walk out of this haven. Away from this place, to places unknown and places he was certain he didn't want to go...

    Like the coward I am, I hang my head.

    And still everything felt wrong. The inside of his head felt too big, it was as if his thoughts had to cover a great amount of space to reach where they were going. He stopped.

    “Hey...” He turned to face the two Dreamers. He wanted to call them by name... Kain... Niscar. But he couldn't. “Never... Paladin.” He paused, he wasn't sure if it was to gather his thoughts, his pride or something else entirely, “I'm sorry. For everything. Especially to you Paladin.

    The thought still came clearly to him. When they were in the chamber of light, hunting the soul as the Heros of Then. And he as Netherod. He still remembered so clearly, after feeling the chill of satisfaction that came killing that child hostage, he remembered crouching down in front of the Elf that was the host of The Paladin and forcing the image thousands and thousands of dying elves into her head as he... as Netherod, used the staff to snuff the life out of them.

    Then later, in the tower, when he awoke after being beaten near to death by that demon monstrosity Nikolai. How to his horror he had been awoken only to find the connection between the two had not been limited to the time of then...

    “I know that you might not blame me.” He took in a deep breath and his words came out faster, less controlled, “And I know you are going to say the things I did back there, and the things we did in the past weren't my fault, but... but please. Even though I know all that, please...” He looked Nevermore in those bright eyes of light then turned and leveled his gaze even with the Paladin Girls. “Let me be sorry for that.”

    As the words left he felt a strange feeling of sickness and relief and quiet wash over him. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the two.

    “And...” he said hesitantly, “I think I'm gonna miss you.” and with that he fell silent.
     
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    Paladin made to go after the Half-blood not long after his initial farewell, but the words he next spoke made her betray an element of surprise. Her mind urged her to press on, to deny his apologies, because it was not his burden to bear. The stark, bloody escapade which haunted her thoughts and crept into her dreams had not been dismissed by her – but no apology could wipe the slate clean.

    Not even by him.

    'Please.'

    That quiet plea was stirring. It was apt to tighten around her throat. She felt it swelling.

    She dropped her gaze to the floor, her expression dark, careful and solemn. Considering.

    Then, moving cautiously towards the man, she gently embraced him, as if she could warm the iced countenance of her friend's soul. She held him there for a moment before relinquishing him and stepping back, her dark eyes stern whilst her smile was sage.

    'If you're truly sorry Dolentrean,' she said carefully, 'then return.'

    She placed the book in his hands. The pages had been empty.

    'And you can tell us what you have done.'

    She nodded slowly.

    'And then, we can tell you that we have missed you, too, my friend.'

    A smile. There was evidence of mischief on her features.

    'And then maybe I can find it in my heart to forgive you.'
     
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    Turmoil, a sorrowful discord swaying in patterns of white and gray, smoke on an uneven wind, these were all things that Nevermore could use to discribe Dolentrean at that very moment. The half-demon's form gave away his emotions more than his words, though even Nevermore could tell there was great pain and true sincerity in what he said, such that he appeared even more unsteady than before. At times the smoke would calm and fall, leaving a mostly white figure before him only to flare up again whenever Dolentrean chose to express himself. Nevermore still understood very little about his vision and he couldn't explain the change of appearance. He knew light worked in everything, but he hadn't thought it worked with emotions too. Perhaps it wasn't the emotions, but the inner struggle of the man before him that made his person, his form, struggle to stay steady. He wanted to step up, give the man reassurance, speak as a friend, but the words stuck in his throat.

    If there was any man that could understand Dolentrean it was Nevermore, perhaps more than the half-demon would admit to if he knew the truth. Given his rough past, Nevermore had never truly fit in anywhere. He didn't really fit in at the Haven, but it was the nicest place he had been, and he had been accepted for the first time in many years. The silence was broken by Niscar. Of course, his smile was soft, if somewhat bitter. The man of darkness and light, his past askew and wrought with nightmares could never hope to be half as good with words as the Paladin. He turned aside, feeling as if he were intruding upon something sacred but he didn't leave. A idea had wormed its way into his head.

    "Don't worry," his voice was deep, but calm as his large hand came down gently upon Niscar's head, messing her hair up slightly, he had never realized how much taller he was than the Paladin, standing well over a head higher, "He'll come back. I'll make sure of it. That is," he looked at Dolentrean, fixing the man with questioning, yet firm gaze, "If he'd like the company on his journey."