Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

he dreaded the question.

the delicate tangle of it all left him uneasy and for a moment he thought he might vomit for it all. how ugly and raw he felt to think of how he hated that version of himself.

he tried not to picture the faces of the women or places.

he stared at the shimmer reflections of water waves along cavern walls.

i...committed sins, bad things to do in the eyes of God. i laid where i should not have, i meddled in affairs that weren't mine. he did not wish to explain the finer details. there was no need to burden her mind yet with affairs of men and women without shame.

and i was crueler than need be. even to those in need. that's not a man i should have ever been and it's a man i'd like to never see again.