[Quietness befalls Eridanus at those words, his own expression tightening as he feels shame coil in his belly. He doesn't usually voice his inner monologue so candidly, and now that he is, he may perhaps be feeling a bit embarrassed.]
Yes, I think you are right, there. [He mutters, noticing the way Regulus touches at his arm, but making no comment of it. Everyone here has their pasts, and their own wants for some privacy.] That the past catches up with us, even here. In a way, it seems as if by coming to Ryslig, any walls a person might have built around themselves comes crumbling down — and you have to keep yourself from being crushed by the rubble.
[Eridanus takes up his cup and enjoys another sip of bitter coffee, before mention of his daughter almost catches the drink in his chest. He sets it down with a quiet clearing of his throat, trying to regain himself without hacking up a lung, before giving Regulus a half-smile.]
Thank you. Her name is Eucryphia... she will be five years old in spring. [So, young. Far too young to be without her parents.]
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Date: 2020-10-10 06:11 pm (UTC)Yes, I think you are right, there. [He mutters, noticing the way Regulus touches at his arm, but making no comment of it. Everyone here has their pasts, and their own wants for some privacy.] That the past catches up with us, even here. In a way, it seems as if by coming to Ryslig, any walls a person might have built around themselves comes crumbling down — and you have to keep yourself from being crushed by the rubble.
[Eridanus takes up his cup and enjoys another sip of bitter coffee, before mention of his daughter almost catches the drink in his chest. He sets it down with a quiet clearing of his throat, trying to regain himself without hacking up a lung, before giving Regulus a half-smile.]
Thank you. Her name is Eucryphia... she will be five years old in spring. [So, young. Far too young to be without her parents.]