All of Bariyan's doubts, his misgivings and his reluctance, it all boiled down to that one thing, didn't it? That as soon as Martin went home, he would be out of reach. Gone. Left to his own devices, his life in his own hands, so far away that Bariyan could neither help nor hurt him.
Though perhaps that would be for the best.
His teeth clenched as that thought slipped to the forefront of his mind. No. That was the way Martin thought. Bariyan would not go down that same path. It was only that he was tired, angry, barely able to string together a coherent thought.
It seemed that these days, every talk with Martin left him increasingly exhausted. And he could not even be certain that he was making a difference.
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All of Bariyan's doubts, his misgivings and his reluctance, it all boiled down to that one thing, didn't it? That as soon as Martin went home, he would be out of reach. Gone. Left to his own devices, his life in his own hands, so far away that Bariyan could neither help nor hurt him.
Though perhaps that would be for the best.
His teeth clenched as that thought slipped to the forefront of his mind. No. That was the way Martin thought. Bariyan would not go down that same path. It was only that he was tired, angry, barely able to string together a coherent thought.
It seemed that these days, every talk with Martin left him increasingly exhausted. And he could not even be certain that he was making a difference.