His life. Depended on his. People. Skills.
His people skills.
Yu hated people.
Why?
Why him?
Why the fuck was all of this happening to him? He should not have to think like this. He should not have to make plans like this. He should not know these things, should not have to worry about every glance, every word, every smile or lack of one or silence. He should not notice these details or care what anyone else thought of him. He should be back at the estate where it was the other way around, where people catered to him and he could watch dumb humans doing dumb shit all day. He should be safe in his room with the mianid attendants fussing over the curtains, bringing him fresh linens and hot drinks and news of the the weather and all his favourite foods. He should not —
A sharp noise split the air.
The door to the common room scraped open.
Yu’s head jerked up.
Deltington’s pale, many-hued form slipped into the gap. “Good evening, travellers. I am Deltington, Estingar’s better half, and also a guard. You may bring your companions in now.”
Deltington let both of them pass. The borman gave a low grunt, as he ducked through the doorway with the two limp bodies still cradled in his arms. The krynn followed close behind, glancing over his shoulder as if seeking for last instructions.
Deltington, however, turned to Yu. “Yu, come help when you’re ready, all right?”
Yu sat frozen, arms still pressed tight to his sides. “All right. Sure.”
Yu did not move.
Deltington closed the door.
Yu still did not move.
He was not ready. He never would be. But he needed to be.
He told himself this over and over again. Get up. Get moving.
But one question had caught him.
Why was he still alive?
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