Leilani.
I read through the content of Zevran's letter for the nth time in the past several hours and for some reason, even after reading it this many times, I still couldn't wrap my head around its content.
I couldn't understand how he'd managed to get all of this information within a very short period of time, I couldn't grasp how he must've been able to get my father— scratch that, Mr Blackthorne— to confess these things he'd put in writing. And most of all, I wanted to know why he was doing this.
Why he was choosing to help me despite all my attempts at pushing him away.
I also wanted to know why he's been trying to be of help… and why, why somehow, his actions were getting to me.
There was this despicable flutter I always felt in my chest whenever I thought about his actions. This knotting in my stomach whenever he does these minute things for me… and I hated it.
