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Why? Why was someone trying to stop Sable? Did they not know who he was? Sable had every right, every reason to check in on his comrade's wellbeing. He'd almost died, after all. But he didn't! Sable could hear him! If he could hear Zael, that meant he was alive, and if he was alive that meant Sable wasn't useless! He'd saved someone, and all the others were killed by the proctors.
By the proctors. By the proctors. Not Sable. It wasn't his fault. The proctors had killed them. Not Sable. And they almost killed Zael, but Sable stopped them. It was different this time. It wasn't like before, it wasn't like with I̴̧̜̹͑̀̕s̶͉̜̺̘͋̈́̚Ả̵̗̪͠-̸̝́̊-̴͔̪̰̆
...What?...What was...?
The initiate froze, halting himself from continuing to try to push past the infirmary staff. He was in a cold sweat, breathing heavy, head pounding. Focus returned to him as his eyes met Ralene's.
"Yes. Sorry. I'm--I'm with you." Sable answered her at last, brow furrowing as he regained his senses. He swallowed hard, a dry lump in his throat, before stepping back from the curtained beds. The staff escorted him back, and he sat down heavily in one of the available seats within the space, bewildered.
He'd been so lost that he'd only barely registered Meredith entering the room at all, and even then he wasn't sure if he'd imagined it or not. The young man cradled his face in his hands, then ran his hands over the top of his head and sighed.
"I'm sorry. I...I don't know what came over me. I'm better than this."
By the proctors. By the proctors. Not Sable. It wasn't his fault. The proctors had killed them. Not Sable. And they almost killed Zael, but Sable stopped them. It was different this time. It wasn't like before, it wasn't like with I̴̧̜̹͑̀̕s̶͉̜̺̘͋̈́̚Ả̵̗̪͠-̸̝́̊-̴͔̪̰̆
Sable, stop. Look at me.
...What?...What was...?
The initiate froze, halting himself from continuing to try to push past the infirmary staff. He was in a cold sweat, breathing heavy, head pounding. Focus returned to him as his eyes met Ralene's.
"Yes. Sorry. I'm--I'm with you." Sable answered her at last, brow furrowing as he regained his senses. He swallowed hard, a dry lump in his throat, before stepping back from the curtained beds. The staff escorted him back, and he sat down heavily in one of the available seats within the space, bewildered.
He'd been so lost that he'd only barely registered Meredith entering the room at all, and even then he wasn't sure if he'd imagined it or not. The young man cradled his face in his hands, then ran his hands over the top of his head and sighed.
"I'm sorry. I...I don't know what came over me. I'm better than this."
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