He blinks and stops walking to stare at him. Keith had asked that hadn't he. Normally he doesn't forget that sort of detail. But he'd been worried and the worries had been centered on whether or not he'd have to murder this man to protect the city.
It hits him how badly he doesn't want to. No one has made him feel this settled and...safe. More importantly, he doesn't like that kind of finality. Keith deserves a chance first. "Sorry, there's a lot on my mind this morning." He says, at last, a little breathless and embarrassed. "It isn't bad, Keith. It's just hard to describe to..." He trails off and scrubs his face.
"I know it all because I've dealt with that." He breathes in sharply and once again he can see it in his mind's eye the cage. The stone table. Hear the chanting and smell the smoke. the sweet sickening aroma of rot. Only his dreams in that cage had been of blood and death. Of tearing fangs and pain. The moon's light had been the only soothing thing he'd remembered.
Why he says it, he'll later examine but he feels safe enough to say. "You're the only other one I've run into that has the same gaps I did. ...it got better when I met the others. Just like it seems to be for you." He shakes his head and turns away, walking on with his hands still in his pockets.
"How old are you, Keith? Does any of this sound like you heard it somewhere a long time ago?" He sounds and looks as young as he is. Just a twenty-five-year-old doctor that learned the monsters are out there and he's one of them.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2019-06-15 04:03 am (UTC)It hits him how badly he doesn't want to. No one has made him feel this settled and...safe. More importantly, he doesn't like that kind of finality. Keith deserves a chance first. "Sorry, there's a lot on my mind this morning." He says, at last, a little breathless and embarrassed. "It isn't bad, Keith. It's just hard to describe to..." He trails off and scrubs his face.
"I know it all because I've dealt with that." He breathes in sharply and once again he can see it in his mind's eye the cage. The stone table. Hear the chanting and smell the smoke. the sweet sickening aroma of rot. Only his dreams in that cage had been of blood and death. Of tearing fangs and pain. The moon's light had been the only soothing thing he'd remembered.
Why he says it, he'll later examine but he feels safe enough to say. "You're the only other one I've run into that has the same gaps I did. ...it got better when I met the others. Just like it seems to be for you." He shakes his head and turns away, walking on with his hands still in his pockets.
"How old are you, Keith? Does any of this sound like you heard it somewhere a long time ago?" He sounds and looks as young as he is. Just a twenty-five-year-old doctor that learned the monsters are out there and he's one of them.