7. Lingering

Summary: Cole can read Dagran's mind. Dagran hates that he can't just make Cole shut up.

Warning: Spoilers for the Last Story centering around *coughAsthar'sdeathcough*

Characters: Cole, Dagran


"Shaking, waking, flames flickering, soldiers laughing, putting them down; you can't stop them but you're trying to-"

"SHUT UP!" Dagran shouted, throwing a knife at Cole. He missed, naturally, as Cole simply teleported out of the way.

The rogue seemed to frown. "Your hurt is tangled with loathing, vengeance. You've already killed who you think is the culprit that organized the deaths of the people in your village, the deaths of your family, but the hurt hasn't ceased at all. It hasn't, the hurt is still lingering in you. Something's wrong with this picture."

Dagran sighed, looking up at him. "Look, Cole, I get it. You're a spirit of compassion. You want to help. But this is a hurt you can't heal. Can you just please leave me alone?"

Cole bit his lower lip. "It gets in my head, the hurt. If it gets in my head, how do I cut it out? Stabbing him, stabbing him hard, he'll pay dearly!"

"Cole." Dagran hissed, glaring at him. "Get out. Please."

Cole slowly vanished. "I'm sorry."

Dagran let out a breath, sitting on the floor and putting his head in his hands. He killed Asthar, but Cole was right-something still didn't feel right.

But what was wrong with him now? He didn't really know. It was gnawing at him, haunting his sleep, depriving him of any peace he had left.

And he didn't know how to fix it. Though he highly doubted that the spirit of compassion could really help with that.