After that day, after the talk I had with Fetheion, his attitude towards me changed. Whenever he saw me, I could see bitterness in his smile and hear sorrow in his words.
No matter how much I tried, I never learned more about him. The next few days, I spent mostly sleeping. We would eat, drink, then he'd stress I had to go rest. I think that was the most annoying part – not having the physical strength to do anything, thus giving my mind all the time, it needs to wander around.
It drove me crazy. I needed exercise, be it magical or physical. I needed to do something to keep my mind busy, or I'd always find myself lost in the past. Yet, whenever I told this to Fetheion, he'd insist I must never, ever forget my past. We had a few fights, or, well, heated arguments where I could do nothing but storm off in anger.
Eventually though, I gave in.
