I Feel.

Hesitantly, I reach out towards him. I draw my hand back an inch before bringing it forward again. I watch as his body begins to fall from its usual strong stature to something vulnerable and weak. My hand touches his arm. The small touch is charged like lightening in a dark storm. I half expected him to jerk away again. I, myself, even wanted to move away from the weird sensation. But he seems too tired to do so and I've never had the chance to touch him for so long. Nobody has.
He's like a stray dog on the street. You have to be careful for it may strike out at you and take your hand off in a second. No one wants to risk it.
 My heart rests a bit, flying with the thrill of him allowing me to touch him and comfort him, but at the same time my heart is full of pain of seeing him in this way. It's a strange and rare sight to see a Thorean with these expressions flickering across their strong, tough looking features.
After a few seconds he backs away, falling into a chair. He rests his elbows on his knees while bringing his hands to his eyes. After a long moment he whispers with a strained and ungaurded voice, "Alora, why is it you?"
I'm quite for a bit, thinking he'll continue. After long moments of silence i take a step forward and open my mouth. He cuts off my words.
"No, do not come closer. Please, please stay there. Let me say these things before you speak." he takes a few uneven breaths, as if he is trying to prepare himself for what is to come, "Whenever you are around unwanted things awake inside of me, things that shouldn't be awoken inside a Thorean."
He looks at me through his hands, his eyes full of confusion. His brows knit together, "I feel around you... You make me feel things, thing a Thorean were not created to feel."
I take a deep breath. The air feels heavier and heavier as each slow second goes by, "What do you mean feel things? Doesn't everyone feel things?"
He sighs and begins to open his mouth to answer my question.
"His kind doesn't feel anything besides the need to get the job done." a voice from the doorway states, "Or they aren't supposed to."
Conway stiffens in his chair and his eyes fill with horror.
Verdad leans against the door frame, her four arms crossed across her chest, "So, you are the son of Jasmine. Are you not supposed to be dead along with the rest of your tainted family?"
In seconds Conway's wall is back up and he is before Verdad.
"You will tell no one of this or I will end your life by my very hands with no hesitation, friends or not."
Verdad laugh echoes through the tunnels of her home.
"I accept you into my home and hide you from the Thrones. I give you advice for many years and have befriended you. I do so many things for you and you threaten my life so easily? Now, who should really be cross?"
Conway doesn't back away.
After a few long moments Verdad rolls her eyes, "I give you my word."
Conway steps away and without a glance backwards he leaves. Making the room a bit darker than it was before.
"He will be found out, Alora," Verdad says to be once Conway's footsteps can no longer be heard echoing through the cave walls, "Even I cannot stop that from happening. w\When he is found out they will hunt him down and they will kill him."