Snippet #1464488

Partying for the sake of partying. It seemed like such a useless task. So a few got to enjoy themselves, but they wasted so many resources that could have been used to help people. Not to mention a celebration so soon after what had happened? It had been what, 3 days since Deonne's death? Did they have no hearts? No souls? Patrick couldn't stand being around them at first. They were almost cruel, rejoicing during what should be a sorrowful time. Even if they didn't like her, they shouldn't be partying after her death.

Patrick found himself outside of the Palace. He often liked to sneak off when Van wasn't looking and walk through the nearby wooded area, next to the Palace. There was a nice clean pond inside of it, that was easy to find if you knew where to look. It was one of his favorite places to be. As he reached the edge of it, he found a turtle. It looked as if he had gotten into a fight with a small, animal, but enough to do some decent damage. Damage that would be fatal if left unattended. Possibly a Fox or something like that. It looked like the turtles hard shell won out overall though, sparing the turtle from being eaten.

"Well look at you. Poor thing, you're bleeding and you shell is damaged pretty bad. Tell you what, I'll heal you and all you have to do is be a listening ear." He smiled as he started healing the small turtle. It fit in one hand perfectly, and despite getting blood all over Patrick's hand he could only smile at it. Although as he found the rock he usually sat on he sighed. "You know a friend of mine recently died. I wish I could have gotten to know her better, because I had this feeling she wasn't exactly honest and open with us. I guess it just wasn't in the cards to be that way though. I guess most would say I probably try to hard, or wish for too much."

Patrick layed back while still hanging on to and healing the turtle. "Maybe I do who knows. I just want to help everyone that needs it. People that won't open up though aren't the easiest to help. Everyone needs a hand every now and then though. You know what I think about most about my friend's death though? Not who killed her like most would. What was it like for her to die alone though? I mean obviously to be murdered she wasn't alone, but... I dunno I just hope a friend is nearby when my time comes. I'd hate to die without a true friend nearby."

By the time he had finished talking to the turtle he wasn't sure how long had went by, or how long ago he'd finished healing the poor thing for. The Turtle did seem content with staying in his hand though. Patrick knew if he didn't get to the party though, he'd have Van looking for him in no time. That wouldn't be good, after all Van seemed to like these somewhat. At lease deep down maybe. getting up and walking the turtle over to the pond he placed him at it's edge. "Be more careful Mr. Turtle. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime." He said with a smile as he started walking away.

It didn't take all that long to get back to the Palace, and once it was in view he sighed. Although the guards were letting someone that he'd never seen before in. Not that it really mattered to him, things never really got all that interesting around there. In truth he'd much rather be out traveling the world and just helping people. Although he was much too trusting according to Van. Patrick always respected his brother and he couldn't imagine going off on a journey without him. As he reached the gates the guards knew him. Neither said anything to each other, besides a greeting and Patrick was soon let into the Palace. Oh joy, another gathering that is naught but a waste of time. He thought to himself as he looked around a bit.