Cylus 724
It is a word that refers to the discoloration on skin, likely caused by some hard impact that ruptured blood vessels beneath the surface.
They're different than scars.
Bruises go away in a lot less time. They heal. They mend. They are beneath the surface while scars sat atop it. Balthazar had many scars across his body. He'd experienced many bruises. He'd been beaten and battered and hurt... but there was one wound that always sat beneath the surface for him. One thing he had failed to do. One person he had failed to protect and find. Elisabeth. His wife. His love. When Saoire spoke the words to him, he felt as if Vri had decided to push down against a massive bruise on Balthazar's sternum.
The pain wasn't physical. All and all, he seemed to have made it out of the whole ordeal in better shape than some... but the pain was there. It made it hard to breathe. His steady breath caught in his throat and was replaced with shallower efforts. His calm mind twisted and contorted in disappointment, anger, frustration, and all manner of other unpleasant feelings. In the end, his mind and heart settled on sorrow.
Sorrow.
It is a word that, when taken as an action, refers to the feeling of deep distress.
It is different than despair.
Sorrow will pass in time. It will hurt and it will be unpleasant but it will pass. Balthazar hated feeling it. He hated the pressure he felt on his chest every time sorrow returned but... it is different than despair. Despair is the void that one falls into when they have lost all hope. Despair is the void that one lives in if they never had hope.
Hope.
It is a word that gives Balthazar strength. Not as flashy as a bolt of lightning or a stream of blue flames but... far more potent. Hope let him believe he would find Elisabeth again. Hope let him believe that, even if he couldn't, she was out there somewhere and she was safe. This was the second time that the immortals had told him she was gone. In the moment, sorrow took prominence over hope. He had more reason to feel one than the other. Saoire said she had 'hoped' and so Balthazar felt a certain sting when he considered it. However she had said other things as well.
They needed to find out what role Viden had played in this. He could hope that hunting down those answers and every mortal murderer who had filled Slag's Deep with the underserving dead would bring him back to Elisabeth. If not to her, then at least to some sort of closure. So he would hunt them. He would hunt them all.
Then, for only a brief moment, he realized what else Saoire had said. She was hoping this would bring back some others as well? Who? He didn't ask. It wasn't the time and he couldn't string together his words. He still couldn't breathe any better than an asthmatic ramping up to an attack. So he didn't speak. He didn't ask questions. He tried to focus on his breathing and bring himself back under his own control. There would be time for words and work later.
Slag's Deep still sat full of the dead. He'd have to return and coordinate with the Militant and Albarech. He'd have to summon the LeFluer sister and let the family know. He'd have to... he'd have to do so much more.
Even at the end, the work was only just beginning.