{"id":3374,"date":"2017-10-09T00:00:22","date_gmt":"2017-10-09T04:00:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3374"},"modified":"2017-10-08T20:48:37","modified_gmt":"2017-10-09T00:48:37","slug":"twenty-three-05-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3374","title":{"rendered":"Twenty-three – 05"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

It only took a few minutes for him to retrieve his staff. Camp was still quiet, all things considered, and he glimpsed Marin still seated by the fire, Thordin with her. There wasn\u2019t a sign of anyone else. A quiet sigh escaped Phelan\u2019s lips and he shook his head.<\/p>\n

Work to do.<\/em><\/p>\n

His fingers tightened slightly around his staff and he headed back out to the edge of the ravine and the wards. Kellin stood there, waiting, humming softly to herself and staring out at the trees and the sunshine. She glanced back at the sound of Phelan\u2019s footsteps, her brows knitting.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve got a look. What\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

He shook his head. \u201cJust everything going on inside my head.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMm. One of those.\u201d Her gaze scythed over the edge of the ravine before she hopped off the rail again, starting to walk. He fell in with her, silently in step. They\u2019d nearly reached the edge of the wards and the holly and lavender hedges that had been planted months before when Kellin finally spoke again. \u201cI had the same problem after that attack last year, you know? There was a part of me that wondered why they pulled me back from the edge\u2014and why I\u2019d let them pull me back from the edge.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t want to live?\u201d Phelan asked, glancing at her with a slight frown.<\/p>\n

Kellin shrugged. \u201cAt the time, I wasn\u2019t sure. There are still moments I\u2019m not. I\u2019m still trying to figure out why I was one of the ones who survived while faking the shit out of having answers. I\u2019m pretty sure Marin feels the same way sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe does,\u201d Phelan confirmed, his voice quiet. Together, they walked toward a corner of the ward-line, steps silent in the dew-damp grass. \u201cWe all do, truth be known.\u201d<\/p>\n

A slight, bitter chuckle escaped her. \u201cWell, that\u2019s something, at least. There are monsters in all of our heads, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTruer words are rarely spoken,\u201d Phelan murmured, then squeezed her shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought not.\u201d Kellin smiled and patted his hand. \u201cAre you going to tell me about the thoughts plaguing you, or are you going to deflect me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Phelan laughed. \u201cThat depends.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOn what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat you say next.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kellin laughed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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