You wake up with Kurloz smiling down at you with his stitched smile. He makes you calm. So calm. You like being around him, he's not like Kankri or Meenah. Maybe it's because he can't speak. You don't know, but you know you're more comfortable around him in a different way than your Latula.
Your lips twitch before going into a wide toothy smile. He pats your head. Where did your helmet go? You could careless. You wish you could careless. You want to hide those nasty scars on your forehead scaling past your eyes like spider webs. You sit up whipping your head around looking for it.
"Where is it! My Helmethguir where!" You cry out and groan in frustration as Kurloz grabs your head and pulls you against his chest minding your horns. Your arms and legs spaz as you suddenly fall back against him. He's pushing your helmet into your arms and you clutch it and hold it close to you. Like its your life. It is now. Your nothing without it.
Kurloz paps at you a low hum coming from his throat trying to get your attention. You look up at him slowly. He's wiping tears from your eyes.
Damnit! You're crying.
He signs to you to calm down, but continues to let you cry out your frustration.
You remember he is broken too.
He is broken just like you.
Almost.
You remember seeing him after what he had done to his tongue and to his lips. He was bleeding from the mouth and was crying as well. You remember running to him. You were blabering nonsense, but he just stood there staring at you. A small smile on his lips as he leaned down and patted your shoulder to tell you he was okay. He said he needed to do it for what he had done to Meulin. She's broken too.
You like Kurloz.
He listens to you.
and he's broken.
Just like you.
