Healing Soul in Transit

[NDak 0]

As Nemesis continued his preamble, or just amble… Koshic’s thoughts drifted. Anger did not come to him, despite an urge wanting to, he couldn’t. For if he gave into his darker elements, his dark side which he’d buried deeply could emerge from the depths.

 

“I am sorry you feel that way…” He said, turning and walking out of the brig, leaving Nemesis behind.

 

How could the loss of one soul, so affected him? And why now, after all he’d been through did these raw and sorrowful emotions surface from the oblivion they’d been abolished in?

 

A wise cleric told him after his father’s passing, that soul mended itself, as long as we allowed time to heal. He caught his own reflection in the shine of the corridor wall panels. Softness to his eyes, a softness he’d not noticed before. How far he’d come, only to regress so quickly.

 

Perhaps he’d been too harsh on Nemesis, expecting him to fit in so quickly after such radical changes. In someway, Nemesis was a link to past he couldn’t get too…a way to revive memories. And in that, the darkness in his soul emerged.

 

For a moment, time stood still around Koshic. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. For a minute there, he lost himself, lost himself. For a minute he lost himself…one minute. Order….he needed order.

 

Then as quickly as it went…it came. Order came back. The darkness swirling around him vanished back to whence it came. He walked a lonely road, he was far from home. But he would conquer his inner demons. What had been done was done. The past was written for all time, and even if he could—he didn’t want to turn back time.

 

He turned the corner. Deep breath. The doors swished. “You want to talk Nemesis?”