Unfortunately, despite Aeleus's patience, Even is in no state to appreciate the offer.
He tries, it's true, but the wall of helplessness, for all he loathed it, was at least a wall, and its sudden disappearance leaves him nothing to lean on. Gratitude, a small flicker of hope - they're just more emotions added to the tangle he doesn't know where to start unknotting, demanding attention he doesn't know how to give.
It's frustration as much as anything else that drives the first harsh, ugly sob from his throat. It seems to have brought friends, and Even doesn't know how to stop any more than he knows anything in this strange awful world.
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He tries, it's true, but the wall of helplessness, for all he loathed it, was at least a wall, and its sudden disappearance leaves him nothing to lean on. Gratitude, a small flicker of hope - they're just more emotions added to the tangle he doesn't know where to start unknotting, demanding attention he doesn't know how to give.
It's frustration as much as anything else that drives the first harsh, ugly sob from his throat. It seems to have brought friends, and Even doesn't know how to stop any more than he knows anything in this strange awful world.