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"Yo." Tarathiel said with a rather uncharacteristicly happy voice. "Sorry I did come after you, Aella would have been upset if I killed you, so I decided to tell Malik to get you. Of course, he can't understand sublety, so Jaraxle lead a rescue opperation without my knowledge." The drow 's voice didn't loose a hit of joy while he was talking.

"It's like, when you fall from a high place, and you land but you feel like you keep moving/ Catawa feels like her body should be moving one way, when it moves andother." He shrugged. "Just a thought." He rode on the shoulder all the way down stairs, until he stood up, bracing himself with a hand on Keiran's ear, mindful of the chains.

She rolled her head in her pillow to point her eyes in Tarathiel's direction. "Sorry?" Anger flared up for a brief moment before it died. "Why are you so happy?" Not said mockingly, but in an almost uninterested way.

She blinked slowly. "How long did it take you to recover after you sister raped you?" A little cruel for her, no?

"Recover?" He laughed, "Never. That does not mean I stopped living, it just means that it is part of the experience that is my life. I may never physically love someone because of it, and I probably act he way I do as well from that incident. But that does not mean I can't be happy. Nothing short of altering time will change that it happed, and I can do that, nor would I. In the end, it is one link in the great chain of menories that brought me to this place, where I find myself contemplating the murder of the two mosty important people too me, because I believe that is the only way I can proove my love for them."

"Why not be happy? Will being miserable really make the ordeal any more barable than it may never have been."

The drow shrugged, "I couldn't keep you safe from a demi-god. That isn't surprising to either of us, but I tried. Some thing are just beyond my reach, and my gredy self will try to gain everything, but only end up loosing it all."

"My life is so easily summerized, I asm not complex, nor overly difficult to figure out. What about yours? You are so heavily weighed down by your own self pitty you cannot even be comforted by others. You never truly accepted the safeness I tried to provide. You never fully believed that you would escape the fate that fell upon you, yet even now, you survived what you forsaw, and cannot come to terms with it, as though you were not prepaired for what happened."

"If you continue to allow yourself to rot like this, I will not kill you. Why should I feel anything for someone who cannot accept who they are, where they have been, and where they are going to go."

"I feel like you suduced me and now choose to throw me away like yesterday's trash."

"I don't care wwhat you feel, what you do, or how you do it, as long as you remain yourself." Tarathel could not handle this situation, acctually caring about someone was very different than his day to day life. "Don;t be sorry. Be you. Don't lock yourself up in anything. Live your life."

"Compose a poem for me. The next time I see you, I want to hear your soul."

"You should know me better than that." The drow said, his voice eirily detached from their prior conversation.

Tarathiel walked across the room, and sat near Meilikki. "I guess so. I have to warn you though, the duration of my stay is limited by four factors. One of which is time."