And with each day his love for the man grew. He soon discovered the lacuna within the man and discovered his new goal. The selcouth wanted to stitch up that lacuna, to distract the broken solivagant from it.
"Why do you isolate yourself?" The lad did not expect an answer. But one did come.
"I am a ticking bomb, Layth. I hold great power, a power now too great for me. I was once able to control it, but lost that control. And in that state of mindlessness I killed my wife. I killed my child. And so I ran away, a warrior turned coward. Now, any emotion causes this curse to explode. The next time I may kill again, and I may kill you. That is something I want to avoid." The selcouth stayed silent for days after that, thoroughly thinking through his next words.
"Perhaps it is your fear of the power that causes it to control you. Fear gives anything a hold over you, that is its greatest tool. Warriors and politicians use that over the people constantly, bluffing to scare the people into submission. And while the loss will never be unlost, you cannot dwell on it forever. You must continue living, if not for yourself, but for those two." Something that should have pushed the selcouth away only made his love for the shattered solivagant grow.
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My Solivagant
General FictionA man with nothing to lose discovers what he can gain.
