the weight of mystra's absence and anger weigh heavily on his shoulders today. some were better than others. he had taught himself to reign in his depressed thoughts, usually participating in some sort of distraction, but reaching for a great tome did nothing to quell the heartbreak. it only added to the frustration. in between the lines, he could see how lonely he is. a page not yet written. he sighs and finds himself seeking anyone's company. though out of his companions, he is glad that he finds elina first. worries are spilled without hesitation. was he good enough? would he ever be forgiven? is dying and detonating this thing inside of him the only thing that makes him worthy? to be a sacrificial lamb.. it wasn't a future, or rather the end of it, that he pictured for himself. why would anyone want this?
her words bring up a tight feeling into his chest that went all the way up to his throat. unable to speak, gale looks to her with desperate eyes. he does not know what to ask for.. then, her arms wrap around him in a rather sweet hug. his body relaxes against her own and arms follow suit, wrapping around her frame. ❝ thank you.. ❞ the two words muttered against pink locks. he tries to swallow the sob that threatens to rip from his throat, but is unable to. ❝ i'm sorry.. ❞ he immediately tries to pull away. ❝ i did not mean to show you this side of me.. it is a weakness and it won't happen again. i promise you. ❞
