"I will see."
He can easily picture them stand in front of him. First he hadn’t had a clue on how a horse looked like, but now he knew. He now knows how she had looked like as he both remembers his mother’s human and horse form. They all flash by and their words echo somewhere in his thoughts. First his utterly disappointed mother, then her silent human form and followed by his friend. It were these two humans he had killed, one with his own hands and the other with the werewolf’s mutated mouth. But also the winged pale stallion had come to see him in the maze, reminding him of his little task and whatever he could expect when he would fail. The last one he had seen was himself, a future version of himself that was. His goat had all grayed out and he had told him about the changed future and the mistakes he had made. And Brynmor could only be wary of how his future would now turn out.
It all happens in a few seconds, by the time Zojja responds to his words he is back again. His heart clenches in pain and his body tenses as he awaits the next blow. But she doesn’t strike. Unlike the hard words he had expected she offers him support, or at least a kind word. Brynmor isn’t able to hide his surprised state as his head jerks up and unseeing eyes swaying in her direction, all though still poorly aimed. ”It’s not like I can see again” he mutters, a little too grumpy but not able to respond to her in a lighter way. After all, he’s still troubled and shaken up, and being questioned on top of that.
Unlike Zojja Lupei doesn’t seem to want to let him get away this easily. The words make him flinch and he steps backwards as if that would ease the pain a little. Brynmor’s teeth clinch together and tension rises once again. ”Why do you care?” he suddenly snaps at the stallion. ”Isn’t it enough to know that I killed them, that they are death because of my wrong-doing? Can’t you see I regret it and that you’re only throwing more salt in the wounds. It stings enough already. Brynmor is trembling now, not out of fear, but because of anger. ”Why do you so desperately want to hear that he made me kill her because of selfish reasons and that the angry beast within me changed the guilt, loath and anger into a blood lusted hunt that cost him his life?” By the time he finished speaking the graying Welsh Cob hybrid was pathing loudly, standing there almost frozen as he realises what he had blurted out like that.
"Through your secret."