He knew the words had met her ears, filtered inside--but if it had registered, if it had made sense to her and she'd accepted it... he couldn't know. He couldn't tell. All he could see was that she was shaking herself to bits, agonizing over his brush with death... and it was his fault. He'd done it to her.
He felt like garbage. It seemed a little ridiculous at face value: it was him that had nearly died! But he hadn't had to see himself burnt to a cinder. He hadn't had to heal him back from the brink of death.
And it was clear what it had done to her.
"It won't," his eyes flashed, his voice suddenly tightening. She pulled him closer to the pool of water, still bubbling. He glanced into it and saw a bubble slowly rising to the surface with what looked like a small, white misshapen fish in it. The fish wiggled and the bubble popped, allowing the fish to disappear into the murky pool. Gareth determined to forget he'd ever seen it.
"I won't let that happen. Not to any of us," he said fervently. "Not to Zelly, and definitely not to you."
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He felt like garbage.
It seemed a little ridiculous at face value: it was him that had nearly died! But he hadn't had to see himself burnt to a cinder. He hadn't had to heal him back from the brink of death.
And it was clear what it had done to her.
"It won't," his eyes flashed, his voice suddenly tightening. She pulled him closer to the pool of water, still bubbling. He glanced into it and saw a bubble slowly rising to the surface with what looked like a small, white misshapen fish in it. The fish wiggled and the bubble popped, allowing the fish to disappear into the murky pool. Gareth determined to forget he'd ever seen it.
"I won't let that happen. Not to any of us," he said fervently. "Not to Zelly, and definitely not to you."