continued from ( xxx ) @caracarnn
there he stands before him. the man that he had never thought that he would meet in person. rand al'thor. it's a strange sensation, like looking at yourself. a reflection of your inner workings, even if they're as far removed from what you know, who you are. who was he though? a million names run through his mind. he had been chosen, he had been light, he had fallen to the dark, he had been mad. the sting of it all weighs heavily on him. the crushing weight of who he had been and what he had done. he had almost made it.
"mine." he states, knowing. he's familiar with everything here. too familiar. a world away from the madness that seemed to ebb away at him. still. what had he fallen for? immortality. that was what he had reached for. not for him to live forever. but her, his wife. he can still see her now. so small, frail even in spite of all of her strength. he had turned. and yet she had still died. he was full of regret, stuffed to the brim with all that guilt. and yet he knew that it was hopeless to dwell. it only seemed to chip away at his insides more and more.
"you know me. i know you." he says, sitting down now. as if to welcome him, invite him to sit. he doesn't make a gesture. he simply waits for him to take that invitation. it's quiet here. he likes to think that they're safe here. away from any prying ears or eyes. he likes to think that there's hope still. in this boy. he had been only a boy, too, when he had been found. when he had found himself at the top of the world. he had only been a boy. "i think you and i should talk."
