"Perhaps I have overdone it," Wys murmured to himself as the kitten spun out of control. Too much force, perhaps the emotions have an effect on the casting. The more he feels - the more force, and Wystern still had the urge to cast, but it just wasn't a great idea right now. Note to self, precision casting might be a great thing to focus on. But then again, whatever, the thing was annoying, and if it felt all the anger and fear, just as well. It was plain disrespectful to ignore Wystern and that's what happens. He didn't pick on her because of her size, he picked on her because of the way she treated him. Then Leto started talking about the strider.
"That's a nice horse, Leto. I had a Tiaden a while ago myself, until the accident," Wys said and his gaze trailed down to the cane. Ariel finally got back and started the amusing rant. Until it she started blatantly insulting him, then it was difficult to not laugh. Still, she deserves a little dignity, no? The answer was "yes", but this was just too good to pass up, so Wys leaned towards the "no".
"Wonderful, I see it from your point of view, metaphorically, because I can't stoop so low, literally. Now let's see it from mine. From my point of view you climbed into my hand of your own accord. Had you not, I would have just left you there and then. I left you in the control all the time. You always had the option to just tell me "no" and leave. You then lied to me about it and you have wasted my very precious time for something that could have included an actual teacher. When you left without an explanation, I chased you down just to hear why, why you lied to me," Wys said in a slightly comedic, confused tone of voice, feeling every emotion from back then again, all the hope risen and the cruel realization crumbling that hope down. The Knight actually started to dislike her more and more with each second passing, he never stated it that way until now. Wys never flared up, not openly, a lot of feelings suppressed now they were slowly oozing out.
"Right there, THERE you had the chance to let me return to Syliras, but no, no, no, no, you screwed me over and and had me waste yet another day, stuck here! Every day, every day, I'm here is another day I could be getting home. But you, you, my little friend, you had the chance to end my quest, but you chose to look the other way, just wasted another bit of my precious time that I could have used to look for a stronger healer or someone worthwhile. And then I found out that whatever fickle powers you had, you couldn't even use right! You are just as blind as the rest of us. You have mistaken my complete honesty and intentions, you called me a liar, you called me no-good, and the worst of all, you called me powerless. You have struck where it hurt, the reason I want to get out of here," his voice carrying the same cutting edge and coldness as his weapon. His hands wanted to reach for Ararna, but the code stopped him. And he would follow the code because it kept him sane.
"Go ahead, curse at me all you want, wish for my death. Yes, all the bad things that I have done to you," he said with painful sarcasm. "If I was a worse man that wasn't following an honor code, then you would have been dead. I would have killed you right there, on the spot, no fear, no regret, nothing good would leave the world. Magic against your mount? Pity that your mount is pissing me off because he possesses the same malicious ignorance as you. Unlike the two of us, you are not left broken and bruised, your legs aren't left unusable for four months after a little ride. You did not suffer from the muscle atrophy or the recovery process. You were not bound to bed, alone, just your weapon to make you company, and a little kit to take care of it. It's a miracle that I'm alive... as are you," Wys spoke with a merciless note. Res was just begging to be formed and thrown at her, he could almost feel the wind drawing at his fingertips. "Oh, and I would love to die doing what I do as Knight. In this profession I think about my own death a lot,"
"I shouldn't have averted my foot back then, the less I knew," he sighed, out of breath. Suddenly, after saying all those things he felt lighter, weight dropped off his shoulders. A few feelings got hurt, too bad, she could have released him sooner. Ariel can hate Wys all she wants, but she will never understand the pressure and the depression he felt. The depression was gone now, and it was decreased even more now that he let loose. If you call a barely raised tone letting loose.