Overture Downs Alone under a thousand souls

Sorin keeps his gaze fixed on the sky, and so he misses the wavering in her previously carefree expression. However, he can certainly hear the sorrow in her voice. And as hard as he tries, he can't block out the sadness, nor the empathy that rises in him upon her words. She lists off those she has lost, and the pain only hits him harder. "I'm sorry to hear of your loss." he replies quietly, his eyes still fixed skyward. He fears looking at her, he fears what he may see, and how he would react. For he knows she holds sorrow, and he does not want to show his own pain. He cannot, not after being betrayed, not after learning the hard way to not trust anyone with his heart or his pain and sorrows. And yet, wasn't that exactly what his mentor had told him to do. To be open, to be willing to trust. But were had that landed him.

And before he could stop himself, he was yelling, beseeching the alpha and mentor he knew to be among the stars. "You said to trust, that being open made you strong. But it killed you, and it broke me! It didn't help, it didn't make any of us stronger, it didn't-" Sorin broke off, too full of emotion that had been bottled up for so long. Too afraid of showing all of his pain. He bowed his head, desperately trying to regain his neutral composure, but he simply could not. there was too much that had been let out, and there was nothing he could do to rein it all back in. And so he stood, his head down, his body shaking with all of the emotion he had been through.