WATERFALLS COMING OUT YOUR MOUTH

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Looks could be deceiving, and that was something that Roan knew better than most. Although he hadn't lived as himself for as long as Goldenluxury had, he had experience with spirits. He knew what it was like to be haunted by ghosts and demons, and he certainly knew what it felt like to be guilty. He could still remember visions of those he had lost, and the nightmare that had put him into his current zombified form. He had seen so many spirits that were behind him now, and so many that had ended up dying, whether through his negligence or not. It wouldn't have surprised him, if the likes of Jaime's soul, or Sam's soul, were still following him around. Following him, because he hadn't been able to help them. However, he also knew that thinking that way wasn't helping him at all. Blaming himself for things that had ultimately been cruel twists of fate wouldn't get him anywhere, and thinking himself haunted by vengeful spirits was of even less help. He didn't know the story of what had happened between Guru and Goldenluxury, but he knew his cousin. And he knew that she would never truly cause the suffering of her family, not if it had been her choice in any way.

Despite steeling himself for anything that could be happening, Roan still winced when Goldie's gaze fell on him, clearly full of pain, and guilt. Her voice was softer and more broken than he was used to, and part of him wanted to pull away from the whole situation. A larger part of him, however, knew that he had to stay. He had to stay because not only was it his job as soothsayer to take care of others, but also because Goldie was family, and he wasn't about to let her suffer alone. He took a deep breath inwards, gritting his teeth briefly before he spoke, tone reassuring, "Aphra can't see her because she's not real, Goldie. She's just a projection, and I'm pretty sure she's coming from you. You've gotta believe me and calm down, or else she's never going to go away." He knew what he was asking was hardly easy. He had nightmares in the past that had seemingly followed him around for days, refusing to leave his mind despite his best efforts. He couldn't even imagine the added strain of that with the subject of your nightmares staring at you. However, he knew that Goldie needed to try and calm down, or else she'd be haunted by the projection forever.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan