Jancis gave him a curious look. "Did not darken it for me. I like knowing more about you." Her reply was not apologetic or comforting. She stated a fact, eyes going back to the spiced squash and nuts she had gotten more of.Â
She had commented lightly about not being sure about Lady Aya's time in Ishgard and wanting to find out some time next in Ul'dah, or "the Jewel", if the Quicksand wasn't too busy. But now they were talking about Franz; with his dark sad expression consuming what small reprieve he had mustered. Was it he longed for ignorance for fear of knowing something painful? That was the view on life to be out of the way? He needed time to recover. Recovery and helping him was beyond all other curiosity. He was not a matter of interest for the sake of knowing; he was a man of good heart and a person that needed to be treated as such.
He was not a tool, that point rang in her mind with all too familiar a connection. In the depths of the Shroud, she had been trained for something that was not human. She was a utensil for survival and nothing more. The reaches of pain wracking from her heart at such memory was quelled by a calming breath. She looked back at him with an empathetic gaze and a small sad smile.
"In youth," she phrased carefully, "I tried to remember things. I had thought, mayhaps, there was something in my mind that would give me some kind of purpose. For many Turns there was none. Least I believe it is Turns for what I did keep. After a time I did write down what I could, anywhere. Reminders with the bark and upon the stones I would climb. When I was ready, it did help piece together much. Once I realized and remembered, then I was able to pull free and pick my own life."
"It is important to rest, though, Master Franz. Is said 'Life is easier with eyes closed' and all must needs shut their eyes to rest. Tell me what you would like to talk about, then. And do."
She had commented lightly about not being sure about Lady Aya's time in Ishgard and wanting to find out some time next in Ul'dah, or "the Jewel", if the Quicksand wasn't too busy. But now they were talking about Franz; with his dark sad expression consuming what small reprieve he had mustered. Was it he longed for ignorance for fear of knowing something painful? That was the view on life to be out of the way? He needed time to recover. Recovery and helping him was beyond all other curiosity. He was not a matter of interest for the sake of knowing; he was a man of good heart and a person that needed to be treated as such.
He was not a tool, that point rang in her mind with all too familiar a connection. In the depths of the Shroud, she had been trained for something that was not human. She was a utensil for survival and nothing more. The reaches of pain wracking from her heart at such memory was quelled by a calming breath. She looked back at him with an empathetic gaze and a small sad smile.
"In youth," she phrased carefully, "I tried to remember things. I had thought, mayhaps, there was something in my mind that would give me some kind of purpose. For many Turns there was none. Least I believe it is Turns for what I did keep. After a time I did write down what I could, anywhere. Reminders with the bark and upon the stones I would climb. When I was ready, it did help piece together much. Once I realized and remembered, then I was able to pull free and pick my own life."
"It is important to rest, though, Master Franz. Is said 'Life is easier with eyes closed' and all must needs shut their eyes to rest. Tell me what you would like to talk about, then. And do."
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