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Aberrant
Not a very nice thing to call someone, although not the worst he had ever heard either, his breve contact with some merchants from La Noscea had him aware of that.
No one can curse as better as a pirate after all...
But this word (aberrant), this so insignificant word plagues Naoh'a's mind every time he glimpsed at himself in the mirror.
And today was no different.
He wasn't completely sure how much time he misuse piercing his reflex on a daily basis, but he was sure it was more than he was confortable to admit. A dead opalescent eye surrounded by bumpy rough skin would look back at him almost mockling, a insistent remind of a not so long past that still make his skin crawl and his hand sweat.
She had called him aberrant after she had her fill on punnishing him, the matriach. Not only that but he remember her calling him and his mother many other things one shouldn't say in front of a kid....not that he remember much of what happened that day anyway, memory fuzzy and foggy mixed with bits of old and new memorries, but he do remeber the names, the humiliation, the pain.
He remember the blood and tears mixing and soaking his ragged shirt, the texture of the sand beneath his hand and nails, the screams of both his mother and father...
Thinking again he remember way more than he first had thought, it seems he just don't like remembering.
Naoh'a took a deep breath closing his eyes before opening them again, he had starting crying at some point of his reverie and he tried to clean his face as much as his shaking hands would allow him.
It was infuriating how these memories still hurt him, things that happened like a lifetime ago.
A small knock was heard as also the muffled voice of Tataru from the other side of the door.
"Naoh'a? Are you in there? Everyone is waiting for you, we've got news about Ser Aymeric's whereabouts."
"I'm comming, just give me a moment"
After another deep breath the Keeper look at his reflection once more and put on his worn looking (but well took care) sipahi turban and it was like putting a warm and confortable blanket around his shoulders.
The past was in the past and his attention is nedded in the present now. He would have the time for more wanderings as soon as they have Ser Aymeric's safety secured.
With his new resolve in mind he took Gae Bolg from it's place on the nearby wall and left the room.