[The rage is still bubbling hot like lava, flashing momentarily brighter as Hwylryn has the nerve to call Sariel his friend. And the explanation (excuse? Does it even really matter in the end when it changes nothing?) only serves to infuriate him further.
(How can you say these words when you took him away from me??)]
... and don't speak to me of love.
[Maybe he was the one who was a fool all along, to think that love could ever do anything other than hurt and destroy. It hurts. It hurts, and yet he'd wanted it so desperately, wanted to believe that love was something other than Mere's attempts at playing a happy family, that maybe there could be something real and genuine.
He'd found that. Sariel had given that to him, and now he's gone, and Vanis feels as though someone has torn his heart right out of his chest and ripped it into a million pieces.]
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[The rage is still bubbling hot like lava, flashing momentarily brighter as Hwylryn has the nerve to call Sariel his friend. And the explanation (excuse? Does it even really matter in the end when it changes nothing?) only serves to infuriate him further.
(How can you say these words when you took him away from me??)]
... and don't speak to me of love.
[Maybe he was the one who was a fool all along, to think that love could ever do anything other than hurt and destroy. It hurts. It hurts, and yet he'd wanted it so desperately, wanted to believe that love was something other than Mere's attempts at playing a happy family, that maybe there could be something real and genuine.
He'd found that. Sariel had given that to him, and now he's gone, and Vanis feels as though someone has torn his heart right out of his chest and ripped it into a million pieces.]