[ He searches Rezo's ever-stoic face for some sign of what he's thinking, and his frown is not heartening. ]
On it.
[ Though he doesn't intend to take his time with this errand, Zelgadis is grateful for the chance to get some fresh air. When Rezo is acting as the Great Sage, it's not the worst thing in the world to work alongside him, and until they got to Maude, Zelgadis had been too occupied with the tasks at hand to ruminate. He'd felt productive, actually, for the first time since blocking off the spring.
Now he's right back to feeling off-kilter. His primary assumption has been that the infected do not feel pain. The evidence had all been pointing against it.
What, then, had they both witnessed back there?
If he's been wrong this whole time, and they've only been unable to communicate their suffering...
It's too cruel to imagine. It would be kinder to break the spell as fast as possible and let whatever happens happen.
Except that would mean sacrificing everyone who has a chance at recovery. ]
Damn it all.
[ Rezo has to fix this. Be the hero everybody believes he is for once and fix this. It's the least he can do if it's so impossible to fix what he did to his own grandson.
Reaching the coach, he gives the men an expression that brooks no argument. ]
Hey, you can gawk at me later; Rezo's asking for you to make yourself useful. We need help.
[ It gives Zelgadis a mean and petty sense of satisfaction to watch the men try not to grimace as he leverages his grandfather's name. Sucks to get ordered around from some freak chimera, doesn't it? They can't argue, because it would be a very bad look not to answer the Red Priest's call for assistance.
Able warm bodies in tow, Zelgadis returns to the inn. ]
no worries i will wait forever
On it.
[ Though he doesn't intend to take his time with this errand, Zelgadis is grateful for the chance to get some fresh air. When Rezo is acting as the Great Sage, it's not the worst thing in the world to work alongside him, and until they got to Maude, Zelgadis had been too occupied with the tasks at hand to ruminate. He'd felt productive, actually, for the first time since blocking off the spring.
Now he's right back to feeling off-kilter. His primary assumption has been that the infected do not feel pain. The evidence had all been pointing against it.
What, then, had they both witnessed back there?
If he's been wrong this whole time, and they've only been unable to communicate their suffering...
It's too cruel to imagine. It would be kinder to break the spell as fast as possible and let whatever happens happen.
Except that would mean sacrificing everyone who has a chance at recovery. ]
Damn it all.
[ Rezo has to fix this. Be the hero everybody believes he is for once and fix this. It's the least he can do if it's so impossible to fix what he did to his own grandson.
Reaching the coach, he gives the men an expression that brooks no argument. ]
Hey, you can gawk at me later; Rezo's asking for you to make yourself useful. We need help.
[ It gives Zelgadis a mean and petty sense of satisfaction to watch the men try not to grimace as he leverages his grandfather's name. Sucks to get ordered around from some freak chimera, doesn't it? They can't argue, because it would be a very bad look not to answer the Red Priest's call for assistance.
Able warm bodies in tow, Zelgadis returns to the inn. ]
I've got them.