Drabble: Armour of Apathy
The response to July prompt‘s ‘apathy’.
~Armour of Apathy~
They called him a victim, even though he was one of the group’s best raiders. He didn’t care. He hadn’t cared about anything for a long time.
He first joined the group almost five years ago. Not because he wanted to, but so that the other travellers could escape home. Unfortunately, the same compassion that motivated his sacrifice also drowned him with guilt as he was forced to rob so many lives for the group. Out of necessity, he threw away his emotions and conscience in exchange for an armour of apathy.
The door opened and a young man he didn’t recognise stepped into the room. The man said one word, and it took him a few moments to remember its significance. There was only one person who had ever called him that.
This young man was his younger brother.
A crack appeared in his armour.
His brother dashed over and pulled him into a crushing hug. Behind him followed their parents, both misty eyed.
More cracks appeared, but he held on. He couldn’t let his apathy go. If his emotions returned, he didn’t think he could survive.
More arms wrapped around him, but all he did, was stare ahead.
Check out Drastic Measures if you want to read more about the characters in this story.