【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十五章：堕落 Fallen(9)

I staggered through the hall, hugging myself against the cold as I made my way back out into the main room and considered the question.
How indeed.
I remembered Isarae’s voice, strong and beautiful, as she sang in my dreams. I remembered the touch of her hand as she held mine through my nightmares, and the way she put me back onto the bed after I fell, taking care to make sure I was comfortable.
Without warning, a bitter laugh bubbled out of me as I made my way around to the couch and dropped onto it. I laughed as I considered how an Eldar witch had shown me more kindness in a few hours than I’d known in the whole of my life.

I do not regret the Schola’s hard ways. It taught me and forged me, and brought me into the light of the God-Emperor, but…
A touch of kindness would have been nice.
Shivering, I laid down on the couch and took a deep breath, imagining that I could still faintly smell that cold-smoke scent of Isarae from when she’d lain here too.
Thud
“I thought I told you to sleep, Cre’yth.”
I bolted up straight and turned to see Isarae stepping through the balcony doors, a satchel almost full to bursting was resting at her feet as she gave me a level look of reproach.