And God Said "Ha!"
"When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world."
--Nathan Lane; "Timon", The Lion King
Renne was angry.
Angry and confused and afraid and other things that went beyond the English language.
He had gone about in a haze for just over two weeks, visiting the Dueling Rings and at only two points in that time, did he seek Human company. Once, he had gone in a panic, worried and afraid for Montgomery Scott. His Dude Three although he'd never admit to an outside soul he thought of those he loved as "his". It wasn't a possessive or master-like way; it was simply those who had made a mark on him in one way or another.
The other time, he had gone to Porthos. The Frenchman had gotten to him in a frightening, confusing and scarily familiar way. He knew, understood the meaning of an oath and had somehow dragged one out of Renne's hardening heart. Renne had to explain much of it, as expected. That hadn't bothered him. In fact, it hadn't at all bothered him until the haze created by the Rings had lifted for a time.
And it had made him angry.
He still heard the voices, still felt the things of those years and it made not a bit of difference. The people he knew were at arm's length or miles away and Renne knew that wasn't entirely on them.
It was his own guard as much as it was their betrayal.
The driftwood lay in a neat pile in the sand beside a sturdy, if ragged sheet of canvas and a pile of rope. Renne sat beside it and began to construct a meaningless pile into something approaching a circular raft.
It wasn't to be some grand ship; he knew that. He couldn't operate a real ship on his own anyway.
By dusk, the crude but seaworthy raft was done.
By the time the sky was dark, the canvas had become a passable sail.
"When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world."
--Nathan Lane; "Timon", The Lion King
Renne was angry.
Angry and confused and afraid and other things that went beyond the English language.
He had gone about in a haze for just over two weeks, visiting the Dueling Rings and at only two points in that time, did he seek Human company. Once, he had gone in a panic, worried and afraid for Montgomery Scott. His Dude Three although he'd never admit to an outside soul he thought of those he loved as "his". It wasn't a possessive or master-like way; it was simply those who had made a mark on him in one way or another.
The other time, he had gone to Porthos. The Frenchman had gotten to him in a frightening, confusing and scarily familiar way. He knew, understood the meaning of an oath and had somehow dragged one out of Renne's hardening heart. Renne had to explain much of it, as expected. That hadn't bothered him. In fact, it hadn't at all bothered him until the haze created by the Rings had lifted for a time.
And it had made him angry.
He still heard the voices, still felt the things of those years and it made not a bit of difference. The people he knew were at arm's length or miles away and Renne knew that wasn't entirely on them.
It was his own guard as much as it was their betrayal.
The driftwood lay in a neat pile in the sand beside a sturdy, if ragged sheet of canvas and a pile of rope. Renne sat beside it and began to construct a meaningless pile into something approaching a circular raft.
It wasn't to be some grand ship; he knew that. He couldn't operate a real ship on his own anyway.
By dusk, the crude but seaworthy raft was done.
By the time the sky was dark, the canvas had become a passable sail.