"I will see."
Months has passed since he had arrived at the meadow, months that he once again spend with the only companion he had had in life. To Brynmor it was his only true friend, the only one who seemed to care enough about him to spend time with him, all though they bickered and fought most of the time. And that had only gotten worse since Missy’s game.
Brynmor knew that it had been his hands that held the knife when the blade had pierced through her skin and of course he blamed himself for it. Both for doing it and for being so weak that his friend had been able to influence him like that, but the graying male couldn’t help but to resent him for the manipulating.
Currently they were once again bickering back and forth and he couldn’t help the anger that rose within him once again. ’Oh shut up Brynnie. I only tried to do what would be the best for us’ was his friends remark. The way his friend spoke always made him feel so so small, like he was belittled all of the time. ”No you shut up!” he snapped back as he stomps his right foreleg on the ground while his tail flicks through the air. ”You made me do it and I cannot forgive you for that” he continued after a short pause. Brynmor didn’t notice the approach of the two toned mare, too engrossed in their current discussion to pay attention to the world around him.
Well, that was until her thoughtful whicker reached his ears before she greeted him. The young male stumbles a little as his head jerks up and his ears move around. Just as Brynmor is about to ask when she continues. ”If you say so..” he replies to her, still a little weary and held back. He breaths deeply to take in her scent, one he doesn’t recognize, but it at least meant that she wasn’t send to check on his progress. Eventually he turns towards her, or better said, he turns into the direction he thinks that Djinni stands, as his white orbs are not able to take in his environment. ”I’m Brynmor.”
And it was then that his friend decided to speak up again, obviously waiting for Brynmor to lower his guard to snarl his hurtful words at the blind man. ’I’m not the one who killed her, you did.’
"Through your secret."
OOC: Italic is what the imaginary voice in his head says, colored is what Bryn himself says out loud ^^