What went wrong? One minute he was examining his back, being amazed at the healing powers of the dragons . . . then he was having his heart broken.
I told him not to try. I warned him he would never be happy. But did he listen to me? No, he went and confessed everything to her. And what really hurts is that I can feel everything he feels.
I know how it feels from experience, but now I have to witness his pain of loss over Arya.
When Glaedr reacted the way he did after I expressed my feelings, I thought was at the height of my sorrow. Nobody had ever been so downtrodden, I was sure. And nobody's sorrow would ever be equal to mine.
But Eragon came and cheered me up, and I was ever indebted to him.
Now it is time for me to repay the debt.
How can I? The funny thing is, even though the feeling is lessened, even though what I am feeling from him is a smaller version, I can tell that what he is feeling over Arya is even greater than what I felt after Glaedr rejected me.
Oh, Eragon, I warned you! I cautioned you that only sadness would follow if you chased after her! But . . . it isn't sadness. It's utter devastation.
I cannot help but be annoyed by his disregard of my words, but at the same time I no that I cannot blame him right now.
He was under the spell of the ceremony, he was not himself. I could only chastise him if he had done this when he was thinking normally. He does not deserve this sorrow.
Why is he being punished for following his heart?
Why is Fate letting him remain so distraught?
Why can the world not see that this boy, the first Shur'tugal in a century, does not need to have this new burden thrust upon him?
He already has so much pressure! He has to deal with the death of his friend Murtagh, he is desperately trying to prepare to kill the tyrant that has ruled the land for to long, he has no self-esteem whatsoever, and he must bear the continued taunts from Vanir.
Why must another, heavier burden be thrust upon him?
Why can he not live in peace?
A boy, a man, a Rider. My Rider. My friend.