Perosa

[Oyster.]

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There was a Nethradin that took my arm.

Rosaline was there. Rhesus. Others... faces, not names. They stayed with me. Helped me get a new, metal arm. That was years ago.

I lost that arm long ago.

so why do I still feel it there?



. . .

I hate the way so many people look at me with pity. Short, obligatory conversations. Asking if I'm alright, never daring to elaborate. Those that should've been around me were too busy with their own happiness. Smiles in class. Teenage crushes and dating. Exchanging secrets, bragging rights. Even those rivalries bordering on contempt... those, too, so worthy of the Academy experience...

My youth was stolen from me. How can I just sit and tolerate... everybody elses happiness? How am I supposed to get over what's happened? How can I possibly let go of these dead end feelings, this swirling doubt, this loathing, this jealousy, this all devouring bitterness?

Won't you tell me?

You, the man with the golden eyes?