14th of Cylus, Arc 721
Another cycle, another war.
Praetorum sighed softly. He sat alone on a too small bed in a rented room, running his hand along the polished surface of the sorelian steel shield on his lap. He'd just returned from another session at Saoire's Dream, and as usual, found himself becoming much more introspective than he normally was, at least for a few hours.
Hong had asked him how he felt about jumping back into a fight, and Prae had told him it felt natural, like he was in his element. But sitting here now, he wasn't so sure about that answer. It did feel natural, but underneath it all, Prae felt... melancholy, he supposed. He felt tired. Not a good tired, like the soreness and weakness he got after a good, thorough training session, but a bone deep weariness Prae had felt building up for seasons now.
He liked his therapist, he truly did. But he needed... advice from someone who understood a little better. Someone who might be able to help. In more ways than one.
"Shieldmaiden..." Prae sighed, rubbing his muzzle. "I seem to have landed myself in the middle of another war." He smiled wryly. "I didn't go looking for this one this time, but it seems like I've a gift for landing in the middle of trouble." He ran a hand idly over his shield, brow furrowing. "I want to help them, I do. But I don't know how long I can keep doing this. I'm exhausted, and I don't know why. After Rharne, after Niflheim... I feel like I keep wandering endlessly into other people's problems with no rest."
"How do you do it? When sometimes it feels like everyone needs help all the time?" Prae huffed softly. "I don't even know enough about what's going on to know how to help, or if I even should. This past arc has just been... exhausting and I don't know what to do."
Another cycle, another war.
Praetorum sighed softly. He sat alone on a too small bed in a rented room, running his hand along the polished surface of the sorelian steel shield on his lap. He'd just returned from another session at Saoire's Dream, and as usual, found himself becoming much more introspective than he normally was, at least for a few hours.
Hong had asked him how he felt about jumping back into a fight, and Prae had told him it felt natural, like he was in his element. But sitting here now, he wasn't so sure about that answer. It did feel natural, but underneath it all, Prae felt... melancholy, he supposed. He felt tired. Not a good tired, like the soreness and weakness he got after a good, thorough training session, but a bone deep weariness Prae had felt building up for seasons now.
He liked his therapist, he truly did. But he needed... advice from someone who understood a little better. Someone who might be able to help. In more ways than one.
"Shieldmaiden..." Prae sighed, rubbing his muzzle. "I seem to have landed myself in the middle of another war." He smiled wryly. "I didn't go looking for this one this time, but it seems like I've a gift for landing in the middle of trouble." He ran a hand idly over his shield, brow furrowing. "I want to help them, I do. But I don't know how long I can keep doing this. I'm exhausted, and I don't know why. After Rharne, after Niflheim... I feel like I keep wandering endlessly into other people's problems with no rest."
"How do you do it? When sometimes it feels like everyone needs help all the time?" Prae huffed softly. "I don't even know enough about what's going on to know how to help, or if I even should. This past arc has just been... exhausting and I don't know what to do."