Sitting alongside Sam, Ronan put a hand to his head, not for the first time in his life feeling the fool.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, "I don't know what happened. It was stupid. A rookie's mistake."
Was his friend just promising to show him Webbing out of pity? If there was anything he wanted, it was not pity or sympathy. He was happy to sit and wallow in his pathetic state, but he could not bear the thought of Sama'el making false promises to make him feel better.
His head still felt a little cloudy. He scrubbed his hand through his hair, flicking it back with the sweat coating his scalp.
"Be honest," he began, "am I truly cut out for the Watch? Am I chasing something I'll never catch?"
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, "I don't know what happened. It was stupid. A rookie's mistake."
Was his friend just promising to show him Webbing out of pity? If there was anything he wanted, it was not pity or sympathy. He was happy to sit and wallow in his pathetic state, but he could not bear the thought of Sama'el making false promises to make him feel better.
His head still felt a little cloudy. He scrubbed his hand through his hair, flicking it back with the sweat coating his scalp.
"Be honest," he began, "am I truly cut out for the Watch? Am I chasing something I'll never catch?"