Mayrin

“Has forgiveness happened to you?”

Stop, I don’t--I don’t understand the question, I don’t--

“Jus’ die, yerself.”

(( thank you to everyone who has rped with me on this character! i've had fun beyond explanation, and i'll miss all the stupid brawls and quarrels and feuds. <3 ))

Forgiveness is not something Catilyn gives easily. She used to. Used to forgive every injury and every slight, every word and every blade, because that was what her father told her to do, and she could at least do that much in his memory. But her forgiveness found her imprisoned for a murder she didn’t commit, found her weeping over corpses, found her broken down and beaten.

So much has happened. The weeks that I have spent in this strange, rustic land of mixed cultures have been colored by a pallet of emotions that I can hardly express on parchment. I have felt so much in the short time that I have been here that I barely seem to be able to recognize who I am anymore. Who am I, truly? A tactless young man who thirsts so dearly for glory and adventure? Or am I something more?

I have never lost my temper like this... Not for a long time at least. We were trying to sort out the fate of the child... When I say we, I mean me and Mayrin. Damn that woman... I messed up is merely an understatement... If I could take back what I have done, I would have. Hells, I'd even become a slave again to take that back. I'd walk to Mordor even... Anything.