Mind Over Matter

[Baron Tseng]

      When the winds of change blow, some people build walls

Baron's eyes were closed as he took in a slow breath, before releasing it. A repeated action that allowed him to bring his mind, body, and soul to ease. Too often was a sunrise taken for granted. After they had been surrounded by the darkness of the universe for so long, Baron enjoyed watching the sunrise and set with such a view never bestowed upon his generation or the one before it. So this morning, was one to appreciate. He had watched as the sun rose into the sky, before completing his morning exercises, and now sat for the hour after. His legs were crossed, back straight, hands on his knees, and he soaked in the entirety of his surroundings. It had been several days since the incidents at Mount Weather, and their society was now functioning. Arkadia, as they titled it. Bodies were in recovery, but the souls and minds would take far longer to heal. Baron lent aid wherever possible, but in these quiet moments where all others were asleep, he would allow himself the process of healing. Through the mind. Well, when nearly everyone was asleep. Approaching footsteps brought him back to the present, feeling the presence of the man as he turned his head, simultaneously rising to his feet to face the other. A slight smile touching his lips. "You're up early," he pointed out to Lincoln, but not without a purpose of stating it. "How are you feeling?" The man was in recovery of something that no one else had experienced. A drug that had transformed his being into what was referred to as Reapers. Baron had visited him a few times, wishing to help the man through this unfamiliar journey to find his humanity again. Though Baron believed, that it never was truly gone. Tag Lincoln

                       and others build windmills.

[Lincoln]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Tag: Baron Tseng

Sleep didn't come easily to the man any more. When once be was able to escape the world when he slept, to enjoy a few moments of peace and serenity, now he became trapped in a nightmarish world where memories of what he had become haunted him. It was beginning to talk a toll on the man, though he have many convinced he was fine.

The truth was, he was struggling, to ignore the lingering cravings, and to redeem himself. It wasn't who he was, that's what others kept telling him. It would fade, they would say. But when? Right now it was storm in his head, beating at his skull, begging to be released. Lincoln's thoughts came to an abrupt halt when Baron spoke, pulling him back to reality.

"Baron." He said with a slight nod of his head. He liked this man; his heart was pure, as were his intentions. Baron embodied the better traits of his people. His company had been readily welcomed and enjoyed while the Trikru warrior had been... detoxing, as Abby called it. Lincoln intended to leave the man to his own devices, as he himself wanted to be alone. But the question asked gave him pause.

How was he. It was a loaded question. He felt food, he was alive. But at the same time he wasn't, he was still fighting a war with himself, coming to terms with wall that had happened. "Tired," he admitted. "Otherwise, I'm fine." He lied.

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[Baron Tseng]

      When the winds of change blow, some people build walls

Baron gave a slight smile of understanding upon Lincoln's immediate response. Tired. Exhaustion all consuming for many of them: physically, mentally, emotionally. Tiredness that people could not so easily recover from, nor rest from. Perhaps, the tiredness all stemmed from one thing that everyone was forced to do: survive. A slight breath escaped Baron as the small smile remained. "Fine," he repeated the word, not looking at Lincoln but rather, gazing out in front of him at nothing in particular. "The number of times I've heard that answer . . . " he began to say. "Is far more than the number of times I believe it." Because fine, was just a generic response. One meant to conceal the true emotions of a person. Whether it was because they did not wish to talk about it, or they did not want to burden the person who asked. "It's ok not to be fine," he assured him. "I just want you to know, that I'm here if, fine isn't exactly the answer you want to give." Baron knew Lincoln had others he was far closer to, but sometimes, the people you were closest to, were the ones that you tried to remain the strongest for. And Baron wanted Lincoln to know that with him, he didn't have to worry about that. Tag Lincoln

                       and others build windmills.