[ The problem is that Eizen being back here, like this, is going to be more than painful. Zaveid had done his best to work through what he had done with Eizen, how hard he had fought and how desperately he had tried to make things good and right between himself and the dragon, but none of it had ever felt close to enough. It had felt as though he was on a timer, desperation clouding every single thing he did and every single move he made and it just didn't work out the way he planned. He ended up getting wrapped up with a Shepherd and Edna and the others and he just...
It's not as though he abandoned Eizen. He never stopped fighting for his friend, for the man who had walked beside him for so long, who had stood up and drunk in malevolence and risen tall enough to devour a Lord of Calamity whole. He had never turned his back on that promise - vengeance that had become a solemn duty over time. It was simply that he had been so desperate for some scrap of hope that he clung to anything he could find, any whisper on the wind... But there was nothing.
He learned it with Theodora and he learned it again with Eizen.
Now he feels a soft hand against his hair and it makes him want to rebel - because he's not a kid that needs comforting, he's not really crying, but he is breaking from the inside out. He's shattering, and Zaveid isn't sure how to keep the pieces of himself together at all. It's almost impossible, and it makes it harder to breathe air that he doesn't necessarily need. He wants to run, to flee to Sorey or Mikleo or Dezel, but he doesn't have the strength and his wind flags around him.
Scoffing, he tries to find some kind of humour, as pathetic as it sounds. ] There's a training room on another ship. I'll beat the crap out of you there. [ Or the other way around; he's sure a punch to the gut would sort them both out. ] Idiot...
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It's not as though he abandoned Eizen. He never stopped fighting for his friend, for the man who had walked beside him for so long, who had stood up and drunk in malevolence and risen tall enough to devour a Lord of Calamity whole. He had never turned his back on that promise - vengeance that had become a solemn duty over time. It was simply that he had been so desperate for some scrap of hope that he clung to anything he could find, any whisper on the wind... But there was nothing.
He learned it with Theodora and he learned it again with Eizen.
Now he feels a soft hand against his hair and it makes him want to rebel - because he's not a kid that needs comforting, he's not really crying, but he is breaking from the inside out. He's shattering, and Zaveid isn't sure how to keep the pieces of himself together at all. It's almost impossible, and it makes it harder to breathe air that he doesn't necessarily need. He wants to run, to flee to Sorey or Mikleo or Dezel, but he doesn't have the strength and his wind flags around him.
Scoffing, he tries to find some kind of humour, as pathetic as it sounds. ] There's a training room on another ship. I'll beat the crap out of you there. [ Or the other way around; he's sure a punch to the gut would sort them both out. ] Idiot...