Noctisardor Bypass High and Dry

A deepening sense of absolute unfairness bloomed in the man of sea's chest. Not for the first time in his life he hated his very nature. But this hatred of himself. This ever burning darkness. He Hated that he couldn't stand up to others. Hated that Anselm and now even Suzu. Precious. Beautiful. Suzu, were pulled into a mess of his own making.

There had been moments of doubt, of disgust and aye even hatred. But he had felt as if he could rise above. That his better nature fixed that self loathing, but now. Now it festered and it burned like Bile in the back of his throat. It rose like a tidal wave in his very bones and it rolled and frothed.

And he felt it as if a snapping. A pain so deeply profound in his heart and chest, that he almost gasped aloud. The effort was too much and his emotions bled from his eyes leaving him feeling fragile and broken.

He looked away from them both. He couldn't face them and see the love and care he didn't deserve winking back at him.

Anselm. W'at do you want to do? Do you want to leave?