Insein L'Mort
Nax is going mad. I can no longer comprehend him. Does he honestly think that I prefer to torture the enemy? I have tried my hand at suffering, and I can maintain professionalism when working with the flesh of another. This does not mean that I choose this option unless all other choices are exhausted. I can make myself feel. It takes effort, but it is worth it. He worries me, but I am too busy to keep a continual eye upon him.
The evening was spent as I have most of the past, going over terrain maps, reading current information from scouts of the area and scouring the treatises of battle strategy that cross my desk. I designed some rudimentary plans and needed a second opinion, so I took them to Valin.
He had been crying again. Fel, this is getting bad. First Claudia had crushed him, and now he tells me that Verner not only declined his advances, but chose another last night in front of him. Another clanmate of ours, this new one named Franciska had kissed the other Apothecary and shattered Valin’s fragile heart yet again. I do not know how much more the poor thing can take, honestly.
I feel for him, I empathize with the pain of lost love, so I embraced him and held him in comfort. He seemed lost for a while, but to know that someone of our kind appreciates him and his work may have helped sustain him anew. I looked into his eye sockets, worgen eye and human and the dark light that shown deep within and I saw myself, a sort of macabre reflection of souls.
It shook me what was there, and I snapped out of it after I realized we had been holding each other for a while. Looking at his face, he saw something in my dead, borrowed eyes. I do not know what, but it made me a little nervous. I think it startled him as well. We stepped away, and I took my leave.
There are more questions than I have time to devote to finding answers, but for now I work upon the battle plans. The pieces are coming together. No distractions.
