10-06-2008, 01:17 AM
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He could only shrug in response. Truthfully, Laruku had not spent much time contemplating his loss of eyesight. At this point, it was just another thing that had happened, something else he had to deal with and move on from. He didn't dwell on the inconvenience it caused, though almost everything he did reminded him of it -- every accidental turn of the head, as if he could still see, every blink of the eye, as if clearing dust from them still mattered. He could picture the world in his mind, but the present and the future had disappeared. He could only see things from the past: people and events that were long gone, that no longer mattered (that had never mattered in the first place, you mean). But he couldn't dwell on them either. Anything but that. So he thought about nothing. And therein was the basis for all that he'd become, which was, quite frankly, nothing at all.
Maybe he appreciated the other's sympathy, or empathy, how could he tell? Perhaps the stranger was alluding to knowing others who'd also lost their vision, or perhaps he had lost his own. But for the latter, he'd surely have to have only lost one eye, otherwise how could a blind man tell that another man was blind? He might have laughed if he'd been in the right mood, but it seemed like every other person that'd ever been relevant in his life had ended up losing an eye. A lover, an ex-lover, the ex-lover of the demon in his skull, or the mother of his children. Who was this here now? Of course, the hybrid could never be sure of all the people he'd inadvertently slept with, but oh, wouldn't that just be too ironic? But a bad memory and no vision kept him from any sort of confirmation.
The other's scent drifted to him when the breeze shifted. Familiar again, like his voice. Laruku frowned, but a name wouldn't come to him. Maybe that part of the past was too long past. Maybe he just didn't want to remember. Maybe he was still just making things up.
Maybe he appreciated the other's sympathy, or empathy, how could he tell? Perhaps the stranger was alluding to knowing others who'd also lost their vision, or perhaps he had lost his own. But for the latter, he'd surely have to have only lost one eye, otherwise how could a blind man tell that another man was blind? He might have laughed if he'd been in the right mood, but it seemed like every other person that'd ever been relevant in his life had ended up losing an eye. A lover, an ex-lover, the ex-lover of the demon in his skull, or the mother of his children. Who was this here now? Of course, the hybrid could never be sure of all the people he'd inadvertently slept with, but oh, wouldn't that just be too ironic? But a bad memory and no vision kept him from any sort of confirmation.
Nothing really changes in the world,he said with another shrug, sitting up. He didn't know if he believed in what he said anymore. People seemed to change, sometimes, though never for the better. People grew up, and then nothing ever changed after that.
Life's hell anyway.There was no conviction in his voice. He wasn't sure if he believed in that either. Hell was what you perceived it to be. Maybe his life was perfectly normal. Maybe everyone's life was like this. If that were the case, what would be classified as "hell"? If everything was bad, what was worse?
And it's better if I stay away from other people.He would only hurt them in the end. That never changed.
The other's scent drifted to him when the breeze shifted. Familiar again, like his voice. Laruku frowned, but a name wouldn't come to him. Maybe that part of the past was too long past. Maybe he just didn't want to remember. Maybe he was still just making things up.
Are you from around here?he asked decidedly.