Tag: Julrien Valebright x 1

“I don’t know if I could survive another war like that.”

He was rambling, a trait that rarely reared its head, given his tendency to go quiet in times of great distress. Actions over words, the bigger the better to satisfy his pain or fear. But there was no outside danger where he was; seated in the middle of their lush, tangled greenery, only the limits of his own mind and body could pose a threat.

Twin tendrils, working in tandem. Find their centre.

But there was a method to this mindless chatter, one he’d been committing to memory from day one. In this case, the quiet questions and half-there answers served the to temper the severity of his internal efforts with a bit of outside distraction. For with this kind of work, as...