08-12-2018, 08:20 PM
Jai walked. Dulled to the world. Numb to what he was going to say to Nythadri. That he was actually going to go through with it. On he walked, forcing one foot in front of the other. His head was blessedly quiet now the thrill of fighting his way inside was behind him. It was kind of nice, for once. To not count every echo; to not chart his own route as he went. Escapes are never about the path, he realized. They were plans meant to take the road lined with the least causalities along the way. It was something of a relief to not care anymore. He could get out if he had to.
"Asha'man?"
A question. His attention snapped toward it.
He was worried that his strength was failing, slipping. Hauling around furniture nearly ripped him apart. Instinct kept him from grappling at the Power when Andreu took him by surprise, and Jai resorted to simpler means to take care of the man. Shoving bodies about like sacks of sand broke a sweat and the officer's medallion disintegrated his strongest flows. Then cobbling up doorways as he went cost the last of his composure. Since the comforting walls of the Oneness constructed themselves, Jai forced himself to accept he was too drained to control the Power any longer. That saidin was too much to fight from your knees. Odd then, that a Soldier who obsessively shoved himself to the brink of death day after endless day, would forget the basics.
He found a flake of an Accepted when he was prepared to meet the whole of the Red Ajah itself. For it, Jai quivered with more saidin than he had wielded before. Ever. Shock rippled somewhere beyond those high walls. On the fringe with the rest of what he was feeling. Then it slid beneath the dark waters and was acknowledged no longer.
A few steps later Jai was standing before Elsae. The dullness of the world resumed as practicality set in. He did not much like the idea of being tracked down by any brothers staying the night here. Which they could hunt like a beacon in the night if he weren't more careful. The knowledge remained, however. He was stronger now. Though by how much he was too tired to consider.
"I mean no harm, Accepted. But I need to see Nythadri Vanditera. And you're going to take me to her."
Please.
"Asha'man?"
A question. His attention snapped toward it.
He was worried that his strength was failing, slipping. Hauling around furniture nearly ripped him apart. Instinct kept him from grappling at the Power when Andreu took him by surprise, and Jai resorted to simpler means to take care of the man. Shoving bodies about like sacks of sand broke a sweat and the officer's medallion disintegrated his strongest flows. Then cobbling up doorways as he went cost the last of his composure. Since the comforting walls of the Oneness constructed themselves, Jai forced himself to accept he was too drained to control the Power any longer. That saidin was too much to fight from your knees. Odd then, that a Soldier who obsessively shoved himself to the brink of death day after endless day, would forget the basics.
He found a flake of an Accepted when he was prepared to meet the whole of the Red Ajah itself. For it, Jai quivered with more saidin than he had wielded before. Ever. Shock rippled somewhere beyond those high walls. On the fringe with the rest of what he was feeling. Then it slid beneath the dark waters and was acknowledged no longer.
A few steps later Jai was standing before Elsae. The dullness of the world resumed as practicality set in. He did not much like the idea of being tracked down by any brothers staying the night here. Which they could hunt like a beacon in the night if he weren't more careful. The knowledge remained, however. He was stronger now. Though by how much he was too tired to consider.
"I mean no harm, Accepted. But I need to see Nythadri Vanditera. And you're going to take me to her."
Please.
Only darkness shows you the light.