Half of the Kingdom(ft. commentary)

~Apr 26

Miryanna stood by Roric and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry," she said.

He nodded and shrugged. "Now can you understand why I hate him so?"

Perfectly valid, Roric my lad

Miryanna bit her lip, unsure how to answer. She used to hate Karayan as well, but how could she now? He merely an idea of what he'd done. He didn't remember any details. She hoped. But she had to reconcile with the truth: just because you didn't remember something didn't clear you from guilt. Miryanna had delayed so long in making up her mind on that matter.

I think I need a more compelling reason for Miryanna to stop hating him other than "oh hes's so helpless ://" because Miryanna has not been characterized as being extremely compassionate nor was she supposed to. At this stage either she's still suspicious of him, or he has to do something to earn her trust back besides being an amnesiac.

"Well, I've said what I needed to say, seen what I needed to say, heard what I needed to hear," Roric said, standing up. "Farewell, Miryanna," He bowed slightly.

aw so soon?

Miryanna surprised him with an embrace. "Goodbye, Roric."

Roric started, but hugged her back.

Then he was gone.

he vanished like an appariti   just kidding he left by the door

Karayan sat on his bed, one foot dangling to the ground, the other drawn up. His head was bowed low, and his hair covered most of his face. His were shut tight in concentration. He was trying his hardest to remember. It had been so close. So close just a few minutes ago. When he'd nearly lost control... He was ashamed of himself for letting his anger and frustration get out of hand, but he'd been starting to remember. That's why he'd kept going. He'd caught glimpses in his mind of previous situations like that one. He could almost see himself, blade in hand, threatening someone with harsh words and threats. What was he doing? Who was he threatening? What did he want?

He sighed as he lost concentration. It was easier when Iphnis was there to help him. And now Iphnis was back. But was he? He'd seemed, well, close to death on the way back. And how did he come to such a state? Karayan shook his head to clear it. He'd never get any memories back if he kept getting distracted with every stray thought that crossed his mind. But it was no use. He'd already lost it. He had no more than what he'd started with.

Disclaimer: I am neither psychologist, doctor, nor have I ever even lost consciousness before, much less had to recover memories. Sooooo idk what any of this. *points at pile of trash that I dropped* I have no idea what that is.

He stood up and paced around the room, raking his hand through his hair. He wanted so badly to remember what he was, but Miryanna had made him sound like a terrible, horrible murderer or something. At first, that had daunted him into never wanting to hear anything about his past. But now his views had changed. He felt like he was at a standstill in life, and he wanted to move forward. But he needed his memories to do that. But how did he get them? He couldn't just sit around and wait for them. And even if he tried his hardest to remember every day, he only ever got a little smidgen. A few seconds.

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He paused in his pacing and looked before him out to window from where he stood in the middle of the room. It was a gray and cloudy afternoon. He looked immediately to his left, at the mirror sitting on the dresser. He turned and examined himself. Nothing really changed. His hair was unkempt from his constans runnings through it with his hand, and his shirt he'd loosened at the collar. And his eyes.

O.O