Araidne was eventually pulled out of her deep slumber to the sound of crying. Sitting up she would scan the area, trying to find the source before she realized that it was in her mind.
"Dairon... What's wrong?" She asked softly, not exactly sure what to do.
'My parents...' Was all he was able to say before a sob choked off his words.
"What about your parents?" Gently she would push the subject.
`Th-they killed her...`
"Who? Who did they kill?"
'The man's wife, the man who's torturing me! My parents killed her in their experimentation of psychic possibilities!'
"So... that's his reason," It set her thinking, because it reminded her of something she'd heard once, "I think I remember I heard of a story like that in the news. Some woman threw herself off a cliff thinking she was insane, leaving behind her husband Jisane, and her son Egorial. And the husband tried to claim that some people had killed her but there was no proof or anything. Were those people your parents?"
'Yes, yes they were. I know they didn't mean to. They told me, even though I didn't know that's what they mean at the time.'
"I'm sorry..."
'It's... alright. I guess. I'll be fine eventually... You're lucky to not have to know what it's like to lose your parents...'
"Actually... I don't have parents."
'Um, then you couldn't have born?!'
"They died when I was younger, so I've been living with my aunt, the cow since then."
'... How do you deal with having lost them?'
"I don't think about it."
After talking to Araidne he felt a little better and the grief that had run loose when Dairon himself had been, slowed to a trickle. He was able to compose himself a little more when Jisane showed up again, and looked less like a ragged bundle of cloth. Even though his cell was dimly lit Dairon had managed to find a fairly clean spot on the dirty floor and curled up just as Jisane entered without the whip. His head coming up he'd just stare, confusing him quite a bit. What did this man plan now?
"Today, and only today you get to rest, scum!" Jisane said gruffly before turning on his heel and left the room. The door slammed with a relieved moan, as the echo of his footsteps echoed down the hall. Dairon didn't hear the retreating sounds however, for he had already fallen into a much needed sleep.
Unbeknownst to Dairon, Araidne had heard the conversation as she was learning how to use the connection the same as he did, and after he was safely in a deep sleep she began to cry. Her heart ached, being made to think of her lost family once again. She had told him that they were dead, but now how. Everybody had known it was a homicide, and Araidne was the only one lucky enough to escape the massacre. When she had told of her parent's death, she also had neglected to mention she'd also once had a sibling, another victim of the same murderer.
Of all the reasons she found Dairon surprising, the biggest one was that they shared the kind of link that they did and she had never expected to ever have one again, after the other person had died. She hated this grief, but she understood why it came to her whenever she was reminded of it. After all, she had lost both her parents, plus her twin sister.
And due to the connection they had shared, she was the first one to know of the murder too. Araidne had, had art class that day and she'd left earlier than usual to there with extra time to work on a project for her sister's and her birthday. But halfway there, about the time she would've been about to leave usually, she got a piercing headache, that came with flashes of what was happening. So she would know who was the killer, when it happened, and what exactly happened, including what they were murdered with. Everything. The police knew all of that too, except for the kill and Araidne unfortunately could just say who it was without solid proof. She'd tried and that was what they told her. As soon as she knew it was happening she ran home, but it was far too late, they were gone.
And the irony of it all was that she had been sent off to live with the killer- her own aunt. Oh, she was safe alright, because her aunt couldn't exactly kill her and get away with it, for she had been a suspect. But when Araidne had started screaming her aunt had figured it was a perfect way to get rid of her.
The reason of all this, like in most tragedies was greed. Her mother had been an heir to Araidne's grandfather if he died and if her mom died before that it would go to the nearest family member. As in husband, then children. So her aunt decided to get rid of them all, because she would be the next in line after that, but through chance had missed one of them. Araidne. So only Araidne then stood in her way of inheriting her father's money. And Araidne being in the asylum ended up perfect for her, because it had stated in Araidne's grandfather's will that if the closest living family member to the inheritance was declared legally insane it would go onto the one next in line.
A perfect little plan. And that's why Araidne cried her heart out, for she truly missed and still grieved for her family.
"Dairon... What's wrong?" She asked softly, not exactly sure what to do.
'My parents...' Was all he was able to say before a sob choked off his words.
"What about your parents?" Gently she would push the subject.
`Th-they killed her...`
"Who? Who did they kill?"
'The man's wife, the man who's torturing me! My parents killed her in their experimentation of psychic possibilities!'
"So... that's his reason," It set her thinking, because it reminded her of something she'd heard once, "I think I remember I heard of a story like that in the news. Some woman threw herself off a cliff thinking she was insane, leaving behind her husband Jisane, and her son Egorial. And the husband tried to claim that some people had killed her but there was no proof or anything. Were those people your parents?"
'Yes, yes they were. I know they didn't mean to. They told me, even though I didn't know that's what they mean at the time.'
"I'm sorry..."
'It's... alright. I guess. I'll be fine eventually... You're lucky to not have to know what it's like to lose your parents...'
"Actually... I don't have parents."
'Um, then you couldn't have born?!'
"They died when I was younger, so I've been living with my aunt, the cow since then."
'... How do you deal with having lost them?'
"I don't think about it."
After talking to Araidne he felt a little better and the grief that had run loose when Dairon himself had been, slowed to a trickle. He was able to compose himself a little more when Jisane showed up again, and looked less like a ragged bundle of cloth. Even though his cell was dimly lit Dairon had managed to find a fairly clean spot on the dirty floor and curled up just as Jisane entered without the whip. His head coming up he'd just stare, confusing him quite a bit. What did this man plan now?
"Today, and only today you get to rest, scum!" Jisane said gruffly before turning on his heel and left the room. The door slammed with a relieved moan, as the echo of his footsteps echoed down the hall. Dairon didn't hear the retreating sounds however, for he had already fallen into a much needed sleep.
Unbeknownst to Dairon, Araidne had heard the conversation as she was learning how to use the connection the same as he did, and after he was safely in a deep sleep she began to cry. Her heart ached, being made to think of her lost family once again. She had told him that they were dead, but now how. Everybody had known it was a homicide, and Araidne was the only one lucky enough to escape the massacre. When she had told of her parent's death, she also had neglected to mention she'd also once had a sibling, another victim of the same murderer.
Of all the reasons she found Dairon surprising, the biggest one was that they shared the kind of link that they did and she had never expected to ever have one again, after the other person had died. She hated this grief, but she understood why it came to her whenever she was reminded of it. After all, she had lost both her parents, plus her twin sister.
And due to the connection they had shared, she was the first one to know of the murder too. Araidne had, had art class that day and she'd left earlier than usual to there with extra time to work on a project for her sister's and her birthday. But halfway there, about the time she would've been about to leave usually, she got a piercing headache, that came with flashes of what was happening. So she would know who was the killer, when it happened, and what exactly happened, including what they were murdered with. Everything. The police knew all of that too, except for the kill and Araidne unfortunately could just say who it was without solid proof. She'd tried and that was what they told her. As soon as she knew it was happening she ran home, but it was far too late, they were gone.
And the irony of it all was that she had been sent off to live with the killer- her own aunt. Oh, she was safe alright, because her aunt couldn't exactly kill her and get away with it, for she had been a suspect. But when Araidne had started screaming her aunt had figured it was a perfect way to get rid of her.
The reason of all this, like in most tragedies was greed. Her mother had been an heir to Araidne's grandfather if he died and if her mom died before that it would go to the nearest family member. As in husband, then children. So her aunt decided to get rid of them all, because she would be the next in line after that, but through chance had missed one of them. Araidne. So only Araidne then stood in her way of inheriting her father's money. And Araidne being in the asylum ended up perfect for her, because it had stated in Araidne's grandfather's will that if the closest living family member to the inheritance was declared legally insane it would go onto the one next in line.
A perfect little plan. And that's why Araidne cried her heart out, for she truly missed and still grieved for her family.
