Epoh sighed. Why did she have to ask all these hard questions? Questions that he didn't want to answer...and answers that should stay buried, hidden under countless years and other memories...
He fixed his gaze on Elle. Although he was blind, he could almost...see. There was really no other way to put it. He was much more aware of the world around him than most thought. He could almost sense other's feelings, their anger and hate, their grief...their pain.
But what did it matter?! It wasn't his fault that he was like this...no...it wasn't his fault that everything had gone so wrong...
And words came tumbling out of his mouth before he had the strength to stop them. Perhaps he had wanted to tell someone? Perhaps he had wanted to let it out, not be the only one to know, the only one to suffer?
"It happened when I was young. Only one year old...This was during the wars between man and Hollowheart. My mother and I went into hiding, to get away from it all, to be safe. My father went to fight. Oh no, not for us. For himself. What did he care if his mate and hatchling died, as long as he had what he wanted? We meant nothing to him. Nothing. Then the wars ended. As soon as they started, they stopped. And my father came back, came home, angry. Slaves to humans, he said. That's what we were now. But his rage couldn't be kept back. He was never a kind one...I look tame compared to him...But in his anger he killed my mother. I don't think he meant to...he just...did. And I watched. And I ran. But not before recieving a blow to my eyes, now permantly damaged. 'Run' my father said. 'Run away and don't come back unless you want to share the same fate.' And...I listened. And I've hated myself for doing so ever since."
Epoh finished calmly, his voice never breaking, always the same. It was as if he didn't care anymore, like he didn't want to care...
Morath sighed, getting up to ease his grumbling belly. He was so hungry. When was the last time he had eaten? Certainly not breakfast...he had skipped that in order to follow Epoh...and he'd gotten in trouble, not allowed to eat supper...He picked up two plump mice, now not caring whether they were meat or not. He ripped the first one to shreads, nibbling all parts of it. Once the first was finished, he savored the second. Soon his stomache was soothed and he sat patiently waiting for Elle and Epoh to return. If they ever did.