milliways_bar | Entrance post

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[OOM: The Ranger's friend sends him to his Ship for some rest.]

When the Door opens, it admits an exhausted though familiar figure who seems rather confused at being here. Oh, he knows Milliways. He just doesn't understand why in Valen's name he's here now.

I should go back. I'm not in any condition...

But turning around to even see if the Door is still there seems like too damn much trouble. Instead, he drops into the closest chair and leans his elbows on the table, cradling his head in his hands. He's tired...so tired. This is perhaps a little risky. A tired telepath sometimes can project unconsciously. In fact, any psychic would likely pick up on his dismal emotional state without him actively projecting.

It should make for interesting conversations. In the "Chinese curse" sense, that is.

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There's a fox padding and sniffing around. Spent the day meditating some, trying to get control so he'll be able to shift back and forth in his form.
Also looking cute so as to be pampered, and get scritches by some of the hot ladies of the establishment.

His snout then collides lightly with the Ranger's leg.

Huh?

Very strange. Generally, the Ranger is so attuned to his surroundings that he would have spotted Draco coming.

Now, he jumps a little at the bump and looks down.

"Kenaz," he whispers. "Are you well?"

Oh for Valen's sake, be well, part of his mind pleads.

I'm fine. *Could* ask you the same though. Don't seem all that cheery at the moment. The fox peered up at him. Let's see, clear thoughts, and snarky. Sounds like the wizard's brain's normal.

He smiles a little at the projection.

"Yes...I see you are much improved," he says before his eyes slide closed.

There is a smile at the heart of the universe, Kenaz. But so often it is hidden...hidden by pain...by loss...

For a moment, he is back in the ward for the dying. It takes a moment for him to cut off that image.

Draco only got his message back, with a faint flickering of something. But he didn't try to focus on it.

Then what's the soddin' point?

He opens his eyes and looks down at the fox. Those eyes hold a sorrow that only one who loves easily and deeply can feel.

Because without it...there is no hope. For anyone...anything...

The Ranger turns away slightly and stares off into the distance. "They were beautiful, Kenaz. So beautiful, their minds. Especially Rae. Valen help me..."

His voice trails off and, for a moment, his form seems to waver.

The fox took a half step back at the remarks, and inklings of emotions.

Err... right, you want to Disapparate like that, fine with me.

The Ranger seems to snap back to himself and his body is again quite solid.

"Talev was right. I have absolutely no reserves left," he mutters.

He rubs his temple with one hand. "I'm sorry about that. It was...unintentional."

Sniff, sniff in the Ranger's direction.

What was that all about then?

"Evolutionary quirk I suppose you would call it," he says wearily. "When we're young, it is easier to hold on to your body than leave it. As one grows older, it becomes the opposite...particularly when one is tired."

A sigh. "And I am beyond tired, Kenaz. The old paradox of being 'too tired to rest'."

The fox sat on his haunches again, and curled his bushy tail around his paws.

Well, ought to rest then. Why wear yourself out? Sounds bloody stupid.

"I am a Ranger," he says. He spares Draco the whole Oath. The first line would probably be enough to remind the boy of what he had heard when the Ranger had joined their minds. "And, moreover, because it is the right thing. Because..."

His voice breaks off as grief/anger/shame wells up inside.

Because I could do nothing else for them!

It's a moment before he can speak again...when does, his voice is shaky.

"And because...we must care for each other. If we don't, who will?"

The fox seemed briefly chatised at that, and cowered a little.

Right thing, wrong thing. Seems all the same depending on the point of view. Better to just deal with one's self, and that which is important. Bother all the rest of it.

This time, there is rebuke in the Ranger's voice. "You would have me ignore the wounded I find?"

After all, it was not long ago that he found a certain wizardling in need of healing.

He closes his eyes and murmurs, "As you do to the least of these..."

Draco slunked back a few more steps, with a faint whine. His tail was between his legs.

What sort of nonsense is that last bit?

"There was no Yeshua bar Joseph, also called the Christ on your world?" he asks. "'As you do to the least of these, you have done to me,' he said."

It takes a moment for the Ranger to harness his anger. Draco is immature...he is still learning. He is not to be a target for his pain.

Even if his attitude is simply infuriating right now. "It is a lesson that I hope you will be ready for one day. But not today."

He sighs. "You are right in this...I need to recover. I will do the ones who died and, more importantly, the ones who survived no good if I do not."

Possibly... The Christ part sounds vaguely familiar. Some Muggle belief I suppose? For blind comfort? After all, there really wasn't much religion in the wizarding world. And Draco being infuriating was par for the course for him really.

Fine, then go rest, or whatever your type does to relax.

The Ranger looks at him sadly.

"Comfort, no," he says. "If you think on it, there is no comfort at all in that...only responsibility."

"Think about it, Draco. We all are 'the least of these' at one time of our lives or another."

He rises from the chair. "I suppose I should go back to Ship. It's difficult staying solid right now."

Responsibility. Muggles are more mad than I thought if they go with that. The fox gave a sniff, and turned to pad away.

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