Redsand Canyon That’s where I’m headed

She could tell the drugs were taking hold with the way his eyelids fluttered as she spoke. He started to whisper, faint but she could make out every word. He loved someone; he loved a man… but the man loved a woman. Her eyes widened a bit, a frown deepening on her features. She did not understand who he was talking about. Perhaps if she had seen the Imperator as anything other than a heteronormative male she might have put the dots together but she didn’t.
 
“Who?” She asked softly, a pang of sadness in her voice. Broken hearts were the hardest to recover from, and they ran deeper than any wound could. No wonder he wanted to lose his leg rather than be saddled with that too. “Who hurt you this way?” She asked softly, with a more defined question this time around.