that's all that francel can think as he sits in a clean corner of building 222, the shattered-glass apartment. while estinien and aymeric are busy enjoying their new animal companions, and haurchefant admires his new leather collar, francel has set his copy of the enchiridion in his lap and is sitting very still and quiet in one corner. something about being lost in the maze hasn't left him. he pictures it again. that hellish white landscape; the twisting corridors; lutha spitting at his feet. he was scared. alone. fragile. helpless.
they were right about me, he thinks, and when he tries to put a face to the word they he finds himself unable.
there's a strand of hair in front of him, but somehow even the compulsion to pick that up doesn't move francel from his seat. it could be one of estinien's hairs, but it might also be from the long tail of aymeric's cat. it's not worth moving over. his thoughts are in total disarray.
for some reason, all he can think of as his fingers reach for a shard of glass on the ground is i wonder if anyone will notice.]
@joacin; action; day 196
that's all that francel can think as he sits in a clean corner of building 222, the shattered-glass apartment. while estinien and aymeric are busy enjoying their new animal companions, and haurchefant admires his new leather collar, francel has set his copy of the enchiridion in his lap and is sitting very still and quiet in one corner. something about being lost in the maze hasn't left him. he pictures it again. that hellish white landscape; the twisting corridors; lutha spitting at his feet. he was scared. alone. fragile. helpless.
they were right about me, he thinks, and when he tries to put a face to the word they he finds himself unable.
there's a strand of hair in front of him, but somehow even the compulsion to pick that up doesn't move francel from his seat. it could be one of estinien's hairs, but it might also be from the long tail of aymeric's cat. it's not worth moving over. his thoughts are in total disarray.
for some reason, all he can think of as his fingers reach for a shard of glass on the ground is i wonder if anyone will notice.]