[The familiar feeling of claustrophobia, even though the trees grow far enough apart to provide a labyrinth of escape routes. He's been here before. Left with nothing to argue, nothing to protect himself, nothing to hide behind. He's been here before and he had decided to stop running back then - to turn around, brace himself, and see what would happen.
He can't. Not again. It pounds through him like a sickened heartbeat. I can't. I can't I won't be strong be strong be strong.
I don't want to end up like that! His younger self - a reflection of a past that he lost a long time ago - had been terrified of what he would become. He had believed in change and possibilities and all the things Mithos can't anymore. He hadn't understood. Or had he understood something Mithos couldn't anymore? I just wish I could see that...
He throws Jeb a look that tries to be a glare, but his bewildered eyes betray him. Then he does something he's never done before: he turns and briskly stalks through the trees without another word. No insult, no fierce denial. Nothing.]
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He can't. Not again. It pounds through him like a sickened heartbeat. I can't. I can't I won't be strong be strong be strong.
I don't want to end up like that! His younger self - a reflection of a past that he lost a long time ago - had been terrified of what he would become. He had believed in change and possibilities and all the things Mithos can't anymore. He hadn't understood. Or had he understood something Mithos couldn't anymore? I just wish I could see that...
He throws Jeb a look that tries to be a glare, but his bewildered eyes betray him. Then he does something he's never done before: he turns and briskly stalks through the trees without another word. No insult, no fierce denial. Nothing.]