Ch.11 Confrontation
"Kel, we need to talk," a masculine voice seemed to appear out of nowhere from above her. Kel started, glancing up quickly to see Joren staring down at her. She dropped the polishing cloth and shield and stood to face him
"Joren, I don't have time for this," she sighed, hoping desperately he'd take the hint and leave her alone.
"Bullshit. You can see yourself in that shield."
"Fine. What do you want?"
"Have I proven myself yet?" he asked.
"That depends. What are you trying to prove?"
"I'm trying to prove that I do have some redeeming qualities and that I'm not the horrible person you think I am. Kel, I just want you to believe that I have changed. Just tell me one thing. Could that ever happen?"
Kel didn't know why, but her heart was pounding. She wanted to believe him. "I don't know," she finally answered. "Gods, Joren, you tortured me! You made me think I couldn't achieve my dream! Do you know what that feels like? To have someone step all over the only thing you ever wanted? Do you even feel at all?" the words burst out in an extremely un-Kel like fashion.
"You don't even know what the hell you're talking about! Poor little Kel, always the victim, the only person in the whole fucking world that has had to overcome anything. You don't know jack shit about me and why I am the way I am. It's never enough for you, is it? Is it that you really can't forgive me? Or is it you just love being the one in pain? Really helps your hero image, huh Kel? All the evil people trying to tear you down and you rising up? Maybe you won't forgive me because then you'd have one less person to fight!" He ended abruptly and walked away.
Kel had no chance to reply, not that she knew what to say. Was Joren right? Was she really fighting for the sake of fighting?
"Kel, we need to talk," a masculine voice seemed to appear out of nowhere from above her. Kel started, glancing up quickly to see Joren staring down at her. She dropped the polishing cloth and shield and stood to face him
"Joren, I don't have time for this," she sighed, hoping desperately he'd take the hint and leave her alone.
"Bullshit. You can see yourself in that shield."
"Fine. What do you want?"
"Have I proven myself yet?" he asked.
"That depends. What are you trying to prove?"
"I'm trying to prove that I do have some redeeming qualities and that I'm not the horrible person you think I am. Kel, I just want you to believe that I have changed. Just tell me one thing. Could that ever happen?"
Kel didn't know why, but her heart was pounding. She wanted to believe him. "I don't know," she finally answered. "Gods, Joren, you tortured me! You made me think I couldn't achieve my dream! Do you know what that feels like? To have someone step all over the only thing you ever wanted? Do you even feel at all?" the words burst out in an extremely un-Kel like fashion.
"You don't even know what the hell you're talking about! Poor little Kel, always the victim, the only person in the whole fucking world that has had to overcome anything. You don't know jack shit about me and why I am the way I am. It's never enough for you, is it? Is it that you really can't forgive me? Or is it you just love being the one in pain? Really helps your hero image, huh Kel? All the evil people trying to tear you down and you rising up? Maybe you won't forgive me because then you'd have one less person to fight!" He ended abruptly and walked away.
Kel had no chance to reply, not that she knew what to say. Was Joren right? Was she really fighting for the sake of fighting?