‘You better not of brought that man.’
‘I don’t know where he is. You’re one stubborn person, Kristophor. I know what Gold did was bad but you really place the same thing under others?’
‘I saw what he did to my brother. What he did to you. What he did to Amrun. You are just lucky you’re able to function now… You expect me to trust he has overcome it. Then, not only do you expect me to trust he overcame it, you expect me to trust those to with him. You obviously don’t know who I am.’
Even with what Brandilyn had said in their talk, even of hearing Amanda said to him, the words still stung. It was then that Dryn had needed to feel more independent. It was true. Hell had occurred while he had lived under Gold’s family. Yet through all the hell that had happened not only to him but to Kristophor, he grew stronger. He learned. Dryn reached to place a hand on his bare back. Despite the large tattoo he had been given, he still felt the scars from being lashed with a whip.
‘Because trusting and letting your guard down results in consequences.’
That he knew so well. It was what led to have such scars in the first place. Compared to Kristophor, he was naïve to a certain amount. He still had things to learn despite all that he had gone through one way or another. A soft, concerned whine was heard, causing him to look toward his gray wolf companion, Fenris. Perhaps once everything was over as far as the hateful people toward elves and elf-friends go, he would go away himself for a bit. He needed to get rid of the naivete. He needed to make himself better and he would hope to the Valar that no one would try to hold him back or try to follow him like Brandilyn to Kristophor. And perhaps one day, he would stop wearing the black robe that he had always worn that resembled his internal darkness.
