@gouldraeโ asked:ย "Why? Why can't I heal them--" Her voice shaky, her hands trembling as she gently has her palms placed on him, afraid he might break if she just grips a little tighter. "The cracks in your skin-- I want to mend them but I cannot--" Nothing happens when she attempts her spells. It's as if her healing light doesn't even reach his being. "V, please-- tell me what I can do. This sight, it... it pains me."
๐ฑ A part of him had been hoping. What foolish endeavor. It should have been clear to the man that mending something broken can never make it whole again. Not completely. And he himself was beyond mending. His time was slowly running out and no amount of hope and will could ever erase that. โOnce meek, and in a perilous path, The just man kept his course along The vale of death.โ He needs no book to voice the quote, the fitting words just slipping out from memory, from the many times these printed syllables had been his only companion, in this life and in a previous one.ย โItโs not your fault...โ Her effort, her intention do not go unnoticed, the woman's care making his heart swell, his mind dance. But it is far too late for him. Itโs only getting harder to even speak, breathe, the cracks a visual cue for the state of his doomed soul.ย โMy condition... Is... Irreversible. In truth, I am not even supposed to exist, a mere vessel for a weakness that was getting in the way. And my time is running out.โ
