I saw him again today. He had left, but now he has returned. I look at him and I know not what to think. Should I be happy to see him? Should I be fearful or sad? Should I be angry? I am certain that there is some emotion or reaction acceptable and even expected in such a situation, but I cannot place it and I cannot feel it. I feel nothing.
Davick is angry with me. He insults and taunts, acting out his frustration for my refusal to follow him blindly now as once I did. He hates that I keep company with Vaenthal, fears the elf's influence over me and believes that I am bewitched. It is foolishness, of course, but he cannot be persuaded or covinced otherwise. He curses and accuses, expecting a reaction from me and I try to give it. I wonder if he can see beyond my sharp words, if he can still read me as he used to. I wonder if he is aware that my heart is not in it, that for all the heat in my words, I feel none of it. I wonder if he would realise the truth of it should he notice, or simply point his finger without thought, blaming it on Vaenthal for the crime of having pointed ears.
A part of me is interested in the answers, but that voice grows ever more muffled, quieted by the rest of me which simply does not care.
