2 December 2012
"You can't keep making potions to forget!" Mikel roared.
"Until this pain abates I will continue to do whatever is required to survive it," Torin replied, his tone sharp and tense.
Mikel was not ready to back down, but the reminder of his Master's pain softened him slightly.
"If you continue down this road the forgetting will be permanent, and all the things you loved about her will be gone," his reply came like a slap in the face to Torin.
Mikel left the room, knowing that his words had wounded enough to force Torin to begin to feel again. Torin watched his manservant and closest friend walk away and his hand tightened on the potion he clutched. With a shaking hand he took the drink in one gulp. Then, as had become his habit, he crawled into bed and dreamt without memory.
Almost.
Mikel watched his Master's sleeping form. The pain of losing a loved one was unbearable and as bad as the potion was for Torin in the long term, Mikel could not yet find the strength to deny him the short-term relief from his agony.
Forgetting • Opuss № I