He’s getting torn asunder. Time and time again, he expects to never see the light of Day again. Once again, his blue eyes are looking mace-sprayed with red. Now and again, he feels like the 1000 have left him; never coming back again. All over again, he’s terrified and he forces his imagination to remember the Hope he gets from your eyes. It’s only temporary. It’s only a temporary solution. Oh, shades! - His heart! Here we go again. This time, the medicine makes his dreams fiercely lucid and something wild. Hope against hope, may he stop being taunted by his Twin’s shade in Tel’aran’rhiod. It was bringing him down, for he only sees the good in the other’s Soul. He’s going mad and mad as hell, as he gets turned around. “I would never do any of that to you, in real life!” “Why am I doing any of that to you there?” He could have used you there, that night. He needs you now; more than ever. You could hug him with all of your might; don’t worry about breaking him in half forever. How he’d love to believe things will be all right. Maybe, you could figure out what’s wrong; together? He doesn’t want to find the end of the line. The help he needs is somewhere beyond his sight. He doesn’t know what to do, and he only sees it getting dark. He’s tired of living. He’s tired of dying. Won’t someone intervene, in the name of the Light? Forever’s too long to fight. Never’s solution isn’t right. Your eyes: Hope and Spirit… His eyes: pray for them both… To turn it around, he knows those dreams misrepresent what’s real. No matter what, his gratitude is Eternal that you are there and continue to semi-unconditionally accept him “for all that I am.” By his Oath, the feeling is Mutual, and he’ll take even the worst of you he can stand. Please, bring him around; you’re his best chance to be helped back into the Light and see his challenges through. No “permanent solutions to temporary problems.” Be steadfast for infinite resolutions to get through finite trials. Once upon a time, he knew fully a thing they called “Peace.” Now, he wonders when it will start. What under the Light should he do? His star is going nova, again. Once feeling every part a Knight of the Light; now feeling left to the Void and all that is the Dark. All has been seen by the Word; there’s nothing left to be said. All he can hear in his heart is “turn around, bright eyes.” Supernova, goes the star… | 
