Those memories... They were always the strongest in the dank and dark of the Winter months, as the eve of a haunting anniversary grew nigh. He did not often speak of these memories and burden another soul with that darkness, nor dwell on them long when he had so much light and happiness in his life now. He lived with them though, they were always lingering, coming to him in dreams some nights and shaking him awake in a cold sweat. He would not let them dictate his life though, would not let that vile bring him any more sadness or pain than it already had. Only two other people knew the battle he fought and one had seemed to give into those demons and the other was doing his best to rise above, where V'an felt he was the one in the middle ground, bearing the burden on strong shoulders.
It was to one of those men he turned to when the memories grew stronger, and this time he came bearing a bottle of something stronger to a man who would likely appreciate a stiff drink to quiet the demons for a while. Sid'nis would likely admonish the brownrider for using alcohol as a way to dull the ache, but neither could the bluerider blame him for wanting to do so... it was a slippery slope, and not one that V'an used very often.
V'an was on his way to the wraithriders' apartment, hoping to find Locke at home today, yet wasn't entirely sure about that either. He had decided against having Arigoth bespeak the chimera, in lieu of catching Locke as a spur of the moment, and the man could either let him in, or tell him another time would be better. The brownrider was just looking for a chance to talk to someone who understood, but he also didn't want to impose on Locke either... so when he saw a familiar face walking down the path toward him, V'an thought it might be helpful to find out where his friend might be.
"Well hello there I'ent, fancy seeing you out here this evening." The brownrider said cordially and casually enough as the greenrider and he closed the distance."Hope all is well with you." V'an added, giving a nod to the younger man, he glanced back up the lane and in the direction he knew Locke's apartment to be. "I was actually on my way to see Locke, know where I might find him?" The man asked rather nonchalantly, knowing that the chimera and greenriders never seemed to be too far apart these days. It was nice Locke found someone else, though he knew that Kent would never be forgotten but at least Locke was able to find a little bit of light in this world still.