* 22 * 7/12/12
Bishop was sitting at a small table in the dimly-lit room the inn had lent him. He had one foot flat on the chair with his arm resting on his knee. His tankard was empty as he stared at the wall, eyes unblinking. His thoughts raced.
Why didn't I just...
What the hell am I trying to do here?
Why do I have such a problem with what's going on?
Why do I care?
He clasped a hand over his forehead and closed his eyes in pain.
Why am I even still here?!
Biting the corner of his lip, he quickly jumped up and was about to smash his tankard against the wall, but stopped himself as he thought of Lily.
Which in itself made him want to pull his hair out instead.
He had enough mind to put the tankard down and take a deep breath before he walked calmly over to the wall opposite the door and slammed his fist against it. It made a satisfying bang, but not loud enough to alert the others that he was going batshit insane.
That felt good...
He made to hit the wall again, but instead exhaled sharply and put both palms flat against it, hanging his head.
Dammit, elf...