He heard Lloyd call after him, distantly, over his rushed footsteps, but for some reason, that was all he heard.
He really thought he would run after him, even after that.
Running like this, on the uneven, rocky ground around Altessa's house, would probably make Raine yell at him and warn him to be careful because he's always tripping over his own feet—
But she didn't.
As his toe caught itself against a ridge in the ground, sending him tumbling to the ground and scraping his arms and knees...there was still nothing. And that's when it really hit him that there never would be, ever. She wouldn't rush over to him and lecture him to be more careful because healing arts couldn't cure infections. She wouldn't sit with him and Colette and go over a new lesson while they stopped just for a little while on their journey. She wouldn't put a hand on his shoulder when he felt like crying.
She wouldn't be there with him when their journey was over. When this was all over with, he'd be alone. And...
He expected Lloyd to follow after him, but he didn't. He didn't think anything people would say would keep him from doing what he wanted to anyway, but the footsteps he heard didn't sound like Lloyd's.
...He was still mad at Lloyd and told him to leave him alone, but he didn't think he actually would. They were friends, and...
And Mithos was his friend. He had been beside him the whole time, listening, waiting, and now, following him.
...Yeah. Mithos understood how he felt. He had lost his sister, too. They were both alone, though for Mithos, it had been so much longer. So much lonelier. The iciness that gripped his chest, the tears that wouldn't stop—Mithos knew that too, didn't he?
Thinking of that just made him feel worse. His head started to throb as he hugged his face in his arms, all the effort he felt like putting in to hiding at the moment.
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He really thought he would run after him, even after that.
Running like this, on the uneven, rocky ground around Altessa's house, would probably make Raine yell at him and warn him to be careful because he's always tripping over his own feet—
But she didn't.
As his toe caught itself against a ridge in the ground, sending him tumbling to the ground and scraping his arms and knees...there was still nothing. And that's when it really hit him that there never would be, ever. She wouldn't rush over to him and lecture him to be more careful because healing arts couldn't cure infections. She wouldn't sit with him and Colette and go over a new lesson while they stopped just for a little while on their journey. She wouldn't put a hand on his shoulder when he felt like crying.
She wouldn't be there with him when their journey was over. When this was all over with, he'd be alone. And...
He expected Lloyd to follow after him, but he didn't. He didn't think anything people would say would keep him from doing what he wanted to anyway, but the footsteps he heard didn't sound like Lloyd's.
...He was still mad at Lloyd and told him to leave him alone, but he didn't think he actually would. They were friends, and...
And Mithos was his friend. He had been beside him the whole time, listening, waiting, and now, following him.
...Yeah. Mithos understood how he felt. He had lost his sister, too. They were both alone, though for Mithos, it had been so much longer. So much lonelier. The iciness that gripped his chest, the tears that wouldn't stop—Mithos knew that too, didn't he?
Thinking of that just made him feel worse. His head started to throb as he hugged his face in his arms, all the effort he felt like putting in to hiding at the moment.