I still will be your shelter, through rain and through storm Who: Famine (malnourishment) and Psyche (pilgrimheart) What: Famine still can't get over his late girlfriend and some other issues, so he whines at Psyche about it. The kind therapist, however, seems to have troubles of her own. When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Psyche's Office
Psyche's office was everything Famine's work space wasn't. High above the ground, spacious, calming, light, and at the same time it felt cosy and intimate. It was the perfect setting for people to share their dreams, worries and burden.
The Horseman was stretched out on the comfortable couch, his arms folded behind his head, his eyes trained at the ceiling which seemed so far away. He'd been going on and on about how the demise of the girl whose name he refused to say shouldn't have bothered him as much as it did. It irked him so terribly.
"It's ridiculous," he said, sighing. "It's not like I cared about her, yet I behave like a heart-broken mortal. Ridiculous." Turning his head, Famine looked at Psyche, hoping she'd part with a few kind words to make him feel right again. If anyone could, it was her.
"What do you think, doc? Am I a hopeless case? Am I going to lose my job now? I tried to compensate for it but... I'm not sure driving those people into an eating frenzy was the right course of action."