Done
Day 34-Post War
Rythian was done. With everything. Good and bad and everything connected to her. He was finished with peace and forgiveness, with silly, trivial things that meant nothing. He was finished with fish instruments and pools and design and talking to inanimate objects. He was done with distractions.
She was gone, and the happiness with her. He shoved his thoughts away from that. Happiness would come later, would come when he was finished and his revenge had been enacted. He ignored the fact that his revenge meant destruction, meant pain and death. His revenge could never bring happiness, only suffering. But they deserved it, didn't they? And wouldn't, if he did a good thing and gave them what he deserved, enacted the justice his world deserved, wouldn't he be rewarded with the happiness he told himself he didn't need?
And besides, there were more important things than happiness.
He was finished with her, with the way she made him blind. Weak. Stupid. Never mind the feelings he held for her, they were distractions. She was a distraction. He was better now, without her. He knew what g- damn if he wasn't going to do it. They would pay. Pay for what they had done to him, to them. To all of them. He was magic, he was power, he was justice. And never mind if he was also destruction because they would pay.
And doing it without her would only make him faster, better. He wouldn't have to worry about where she was or what she was doing. He wouldn't have to worry about collateral damage, he could just destroy everything.
He would be ready. No matter what happened afterwards, what came, he'd be ready for this. With every strand of magic within him, every heartbeat of power-his or not-, without any of the twisted, evil thing called science, without her, he would see it done!
He worked better alone anyway.
Day 46-Post War
Wait.
He wasn't finished. He wasn't ready. He hadn't been ready for this, this was sudden and unexpected and nothing he had ever prepared for. Nothing he had ever thought he had to prepare for.
Time had gone too fast, had passed him by without pause or thought fir his cares and intentions. Time was done, but he had not been fast enough to keep up with it. Now... now he couldn't know, might never know, if time had given him an extra chance, if she had heard.
It was three words, three /simple/ words. Why was it so difficult?! God...
He knew now, or at least he was learning, what really mattered, what heart and mind /together/ decreed important. She was a distraction, but a necessary one. He missed her presence, needed her strength, her happiness.
He missed her. He needed her. He loved her. Telling her that? Well, he couldn't even get that done.
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