Warren couldn't shake the feeling that storm clouds were gathering. No, scratch that: They had been gathering for far longer than he paid mind to, and now the weight of them and the thickness of the air were finally pressing down on him.
Brief words with the doorman seemed more prescient than ever as he considered the traces of evidence. If he'd've just asked first, he would have been keyed in much sooner and things might have gone differently. Too often he found himself thinking on how things might have been. There wasn't any solace in the fact that he couldn't have known by himself, since his lack of communication stared in his face whenever his thoughts attempted to shift blame.
No, scratch that: It wasn't blame, just responsibility. No one had ever asked the highlander for these things. He took it upon himself to try and provide. The very founding of the Duskbreak was done with an eye towards sheltering others. Any of the myriad personalities dwelling within had been offered solace there; Even if they had come seeking it the words came from Warren first. The weight of it was his, as no one had ever offered it to him.
That was true of majority of his world now. A long line of following instincts or doing what he considered right had given him numerous mantles, titles, and masks. His feelings were always slow to accept them, but he couldn't deny any longer that the decision was always his. It went a long way to explain why his failures plagued him as much as they did; What good was a gesture if you offer it and then cannot deliver? His best intentions had let down the most important people in his life before, and even with those gaps bridged and reinforced there always seemed more when he looked behind himself. Two, now, specifically.
The missing food had been located. All it took was a simple question, and he would have known that it was entirely unrelated to the missing supplies and crystals. With that part of the equation removed, and the history of the Duskbreak's inhabitants considered, there really seemed only two possibilities with one far less likely than the other. Failures left on their own to fester seldom healed. He should have known that. He should have done something about it.
Deep in his bones, he thought he felt thunder.
Brief words with the doorman seemed more prescient than ever as he considered the traces of evidence. If he'd've just asked first, he would have been keyed in much sooner and things might have gone differently. Too often he found himself thinking on how things might have been. There wasn't any solace in the fact that he couldn't have known by himself, since his lack of communication stared in his face whenever his thoughts attempted to shift blame.
No, scratch that: It wasn't blame, just responsibility. No one had ever asked the highlander for these things. He took it upon himself to try and provide. The very founding of the Duskbreak was done with an eye towards sheltering others. Any of the myriad personalities dwelling within had been offered solace there; Even if they had come seeking it the words came from Warren first. The weight of it was his, as no one had ever offered it to him.
That was true of majority of his world now. A long line of following instincts or doing what he considered right had given him numerous mantles, titles, and masks. His feelings were always slow to accept them, but he couldn't deny any longer that the decision was always his. It went a long way to explain why his failures plagued him as much as they did; What good was a gesture if you offer it and then cannot deliver? His best intentions had let down the most important people in his life before, and even with those gaps bridged and reinforced there always seemed more when he looked behind himself. Two, now, specifically.
The missing food had been located. All it took was a simple question, and he would have known that it was entirely unrelated to the missing supplies and crystals. With that part of the equation removed, and the history of the Duskbreak's inhabitants considered, there really seemed only two possibilities with one far less likely than the other. Failures left on their own to fester seldom healed. He should have known that. He should have done something about it.
Deep in his bones, he thought he felt thunder.
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