2024-07-16 - Fog-Truth |7.4|

The Tower
Fear seems a better, surer draw than any amount of certainty and pride. Knuadth remembers how he could not move nor speak nor spare any thought for what was outside, for fear it would only change and worsen. He curls tightly around her weary, rattled thoughts, flowing through them in sombre little motions.

Yes, yes, yes. It is so terrible, isn't it? That it could be just as sudden, just as unexpected, just as cruel, and there would be no warning, no sign? But hiding hadn't changed it. He knows the same grim truth as her now, that they will continue regardless.

Judgement
Knuadth is weary himself now, and all of these recent minds seem touched by the same horror and fear. He sluggishly pours through this one, seeking out points of sympathy, thoughts that echo with his own - but this one is worryingly certain that worse will come, that something bad will happen. Maybe even that it will be deserved!

He leaves with stinging speed.

Temperance
This one gentles Knuadth's mind, reaching him with such patient focus that he does not see any reason to flee such scrutiny. It is nice, even! He likes this one, how dedicated he is to finding a middle ground between fear and hope, joy and sorrow. It is a new mindset, one he might even be able to put some brittle trust in....

Strength
This one helped. He Did Things, as some of Knuadth's siblings did, projecting warm and strength, singing above the screams of pain and panic.

This is good thing, and this is a good person, most likely. But what if Knuadth is never as good and brave? It would only drive them apart, to always have someone so solid nearby to compare to. He leaves this one's mind without a ripple.

The Chariot
If the previous one had a solid core, good footing, this one is so bright with purpose that Knuadth feels quite blinded. It's heady to be in contact with for a moment, but entirely too much. No thanks!!!