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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

One s'Ffalenn bastard enters the bar.
But not, currently, the only s'Ffalenn as to the blood born
He finds a table, stretches his legs out, and contemplates six years away.

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[latino_menace]

He watches him quietly, wondering what the hell they're doing. Because for all the pain that he can now identify with, he doesn't feel like he understands much more. He does a little, of course - but is it even possible to compare. The massacre of ten thousand faceless men - against countless close-up and personal murders, tortures, maiming, rapes, killing of innocents...and all for personal gain...he didn't know which was worse. So while he could empathise with the pain that was experienced, the depths that Arithon felt it to were still unknown.

He did know that he'd neve woken up screaming in the night, not about anything. Not even after his oldest son was killed. Not after his first murder, at the age of fifteen. And he can remember all these things now and its making him sick.

He looks down at the floor for a moment. 'I hope you find some way of making it easier. I would say that it'll get esier in time but..' He shrugs '...I dont think thats true.'

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

A sweet, and innocent smile. The sort of smile that only the truly empathic can offer. One that, somehow, absolves the other of any possible guilt, and accepts them for what they are;

"I will learn to live with it. I must."

As for why the faceless men matter to Arithon...it is purely a matter of understanding. He can't help but think of them as people, not faceless at all.

[latino_menace]

Ramon looks into his eyes, as though trying to find something there. Possibly looking for how you learn to live with this stuff. But if what he's looking for is there, then he doesnt see it, and he lets his eyes drop back to his tequila.

'I think I'm going to go and finish that in my room.' He wants to sleep but doesn't see how it's possible. 'Can I come find you again later if you're around?' He also wants to try and think up a way to make sense of this, if its possible. But he cant do it here, sitting next to him.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Of course. If I am not here, the Lady Bar can provide you with an Owl from the House of Arch to take a message to me."

There is an understanding nod, and a faint smile. Those green eyes, oh, those eyes. Words don't exist to cover the depths of them, the suffering in them.

Yet he can still smile, and mean it.

[latino_menace]

He nods, not accustomed to feeling the desire to specifically seek someone out and talk to them. But these are not normal circumstances.

It seems to take all his energy just to stand up, he feels like the weight inside will anchor him to his chair forever. But it doesn't of course, so he's standing, and looking down at Arithon, feeling like he should say something. But he can't find adequate words, so he just gives a half-smile, and a shrug, and walks away.