It's a speech Myr needs to hear, for all he was in no state for it when this was no memory but a moment of his life, nor were there any to give it him.
"Maker damn the rebellious little beasts to the Void! We'd have had a chance if they hadn't destroyed the phylacteries!"
"We'd have had a chance if we weren't reduced to invalids and cripples for mages; you saw how Shivana did."
"We all saw what Shivana did to himself; he should never have been let out of the infirmary, whatever he thought he could do. A mage like that--"
He stills as Simon's hand closes on his shoulder, a noise starting low in his throat and building to a keen of denial. "No--no, I have to--I have to help them because I can now, I can and couldn't then--and the living didn't want me anyway!"
He doesn't deserve the comfort he's being offered. He lurches to standing, tries to disengage, but muscles cramped from hours of futile digging and shoving betray him at last and all he manages is a graceless staggering collapse against Simon.
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"Maker damn the rebellious little beasts to the Void! We'd have had a chance if they hadn't destroyed the phylacteries!"
"We'd have had a chance if we weren't reduced to invalids and cripples for mages; you saw how Shivana did."
"We all saw what Shivana did to himself; he should never have been let out of the infirmary, whatever he thought he could do. A mage like that--"
He stills as Simon's hand closes on his shoulder, a noise starting low in his throat and building to a keen of denial. "No--no, I have to--I have to help them because I can now, I can and couldn't then--and the living didn't want me anyway!"
He doesn't deserve the comfort he's being offered. He lurches to standing, tries to disengage, but muscles cramped from hours of futile digging and shoving betray him at last and all he manages is a graceless staggering collapse against Simon.