019 [Born to fight and not to yield]
[ooc: Strikes are hackable]
Even moving forward feels empty. As though a part of myself has... vacated. It's just... gone and it leaves me at loose ends. Never before have I been faced with this sort of issue. One which cannot be remedied by simply going out and doing something about it.
It hurts, and yet I'm not supposed to divulge that it does. Where are my limits in determining when to say what in regards to the sort of pain that isn't simply psychological or physical... but emotional? Damn you, Elena, why have you done this to me?
Injury defines who we are, and I am fully aware of the truth of that statement. It's visible in not only myself but in those that surround me. Rufus, you have no idea how very... helpless I felt in the face of what you were going through.
Perhaps karma makes it so that those I love are always brought under some sort of extreme hardship. I do not claim to be the center of what makes the world go round, but I do profess to being exceptionally responsible for a good number of unpleasantries.
Rufus, sir... where are you? Your silence causes me more worry than I let on.