Pain and Emotions

"Soren? Soren?" ELizabeth was wandering around, trying to find him. She'd seen him come this way earlier and he looked... upset? Angry? Elizabeth hadn't been able to tell at the time but now she came looking for him, she wanted to know what was going on.

About to give up, she turned around and would have left had she not seen a feather float down in front of her. She looked up to see Soren on top of the roof of a building. "Soren!" She called up to him, trying to get his attention.

"I saw you walking this way, I wanted to see what was wrong." She paused, looking at the fistful of feathers and then at his wings. "You pulled your own feathers out?" It was really more of a statement than a question. "Why would you do that? Does it not hurt?" She reached out, opening his hand and watched a flurry of white float to the ground. There were so many feathers, she could see the patches on his wings where he'd been pulling them from.
"Why?" She asked again, quieter.

Elizabeth didn't know what to say. She couldn't ... empathise. At all. She knew what she could say, logically. Something generic and somewhat comforting but she realised that she didn't want to just tell him bullshit. Ever since the cruise she was thinking more about Soren and she had recently realised that she would really care about him. If she could. Looking up at him she decided she had to say something. "I... you still shouldn't do that. You should find some other way to relieve stress, one that doesn't involve hurting yourself."

"I'm not entirely sure what you're apologising for. Its yourself you're hurting." She wanted to know what it was exactly that was making him do what was essentially self harming. He felt lost, but why? Elizabeth knew he lived with his mother on the island but she'd never heard anything about his father. Perhaps it was him? She knew it would probably sound rude, but she couldn't stop herself from asking, "you said you felt lost. Does your stress have anything to do with your parents?"

Listening to his story she couldn't help but realise how similar their past was. "Soren..." se started quietly but trailed off. She looked at him, "if he'd have lived, you would have died." She held up a hand to stop him interrupting and carried on "your parents wouldn't have been able to deal with that any better then you're dealing with losing your father. If's and but's are going to get you nowhere, it isn't your fault your power didn't work, you were younger and you could hardly have expected to be in control."

Elizabeth paused and looked at his facial expression. She realised that what she said might have come out a little... harsh. Softening her face and tone she spoke more quietly again, "I'm not saying you aren't going to miss him, I just think its pointless blaming yourself. My father was..." She stopped. Elizabeth couldn't bring herself to say it. The words were in her head though, pushing against the mental block she'd spent so long using her powers to perfect. For so long she'd been trying to forget the details, the shifts she'd seen in the shadows, pulling on her fathers coat sleeve to try and point out the figure she was so sure she'd seen, the group turning around, too late, too slow. She closed her eyes and visibly flinched as she heard the gunshot echo around her head piercing the mental wall she had built in her head.

She looked up again at Soren, speaking quietly, her own voice cracking as Soren's had before, "my dad was killed in the same way. Special mission, I was taken along to help. It was only meant to be collecting evidence- " She had to stop, too overcome with a flood of emotions. For the first time in years, a single tear slid down her cheek. "What I'm trying to say is, I know how you feel."