Noctisardor Bypass I've got a distant memory of previous lives

Etienne could no more stop the words than stop the frightful pounding of his heart. It was painful. It was searing. It was awful.

Each word that he forced past teeth each tense movement. It was like ripping a scab off of old wounds. Now new pain and old pain mixed and it was horrible. It burned and it stung. But it was the truth.

But what he said didn't matter. Because Anselm proved yet again that he didn't care one whit about the seaborn that loved him.

Etienne curled his lip an uncharacteristic glare on his face. It not be mine Anselm. It be yours. Sucks doesn't it.

Etienne nodded his head. I 'ope you find 'appiness Anselm. Because if not you will die alone and bitter. A victim to the last.

Etienne twitched his tail and blinked. The corners of his golden eyes wet.

Goodbye Anselm.

Then he turned and walked away. Head held high. His stomach twisting in knots. His heart absolutely breaking. But he held onto what dignity he could muster. He would break down later.