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Re: The Die is Cast 17/?

[(Anonymous)]

It was a miserable journey back to Riften. Our armour was still soaking wet and it was cold this far north. I also refused to let Karliah and Brynjolf rest and refused to enter their attempts at conversations. The rocking motion of Shadowmere hurt, as did the remaining bruises and scrapes from the fight. The adrenaline had faded and I was exhausted physically and mentally, barely able to hold myself in the saddle. Thinking hurt too much so I just drifted along on Shadowmere's back, trying to block out the pain.
After a eternity the stone walls of Riften were in sight.

We left our horses at the stable, Shadowmere snorting contemptuously at Shadr as the poor Redguard reluctantly went to lead him for a rub-down. I paid Hofgrir 20 silvers for someone to unload my saddle-bags and take them to Honeyside whilst I headed to the Cistern with Brynjolf and Karliah.

As soon as we had entered the other members gathered, wanting a blow by blow account of our victory. Being surrounded by the press of bodies overwhelmed me and I froze. The cheers and celebrations of the others turned into the mocking laugh of the bandits and my vision turned friends into featureless blurs who shifted into faces that would haunt my nightmares for a long time to come. I couldn't breathe and I felt dizzy and nauseous. The room swam and I felt my knees give way.

I woke up terrified, though instinct kept me still and my eyes shut until I could figure. I could hear Brynjolf's voice right beside me and the soft purr of Karliah's voice barely audible nearby.
"It can wait a few days."
"It can't. The Evergloam…"
"Look at her, she's exhausted. We're exhausted. It can wait, Karliah."
"As soon as she's up she'll have to-"
"Are you completely stupid, Karliah? Something happened with her and Mercer and she is not right-"
There was silence for a moment, then Karliah spoke, "Fine." Soft footsteps and a heavy sigh from Bryn indicated that Karliah had left. I kept my eyes shut. I was trying to avoid Brynjolf and the inevitable conversation.
To my surprise I felt a hand sweep over my face, brushing my hair back, "Ah lass, what in Oblivion happened to you?"
My breathing hitched and my heart began to race. I was about to open my eyes when I heard someone clear their throat. Brynjolf's hand froze on my face for a second before pulling away.
"Uh, boss?" Delvin. "We need to go over the latest figures."
"Right, Delvin." Another rustle of leather and after a minute I cautiously opened my eyes. I was alone.
I lay on my narrow cot, though my thoughts drifted to Karliah and Brynjolf's earlier bickering. I didn't care about the stupid Key. Or Nocturnal. All I could think about was how scared I was, still trapped in Irkngthand, doomed to relive the memories over and over. The guilt and the shame was becoming too much to bear and I couldn't see a way past it.

What I needed right now was someone who I knew wouldn't judge me. Wouldn't pity me and who wouldn't ask questions. Someone who understood. I could think of only one person.