[ The truth is, even he doesn't know what would bring some relief to his unease and uncertainty. Yugi has returned, and that's all he could have ever hoped for, but the threats to those he cares about still seem to remain.
The only thing that he feels he has the right to wish for is for Lunafreya to be restored to how she should be: with her voice returned and her wellbeing intact. He believes that she still has a place in this world, whether as the Oracle or simply as herself, and as such, he only wants to see her doing well and being healthy. He would wish for every barrier between them to be torn down so that he could finally be with her without anything keeping them apart, but even wishing for that feels selfish.
No, all he wants is for her to be well. His own desires and wishes should come second to that. Never mind that denying what he truly wants and yearns for is only causing more wounds to form on his heart. He won't be admitting that to anyone, but knowing Lunafreya, she probably already knows that, because her own heart must surely carry similar, if not the same, injuries.
With their foreheads resting together, he allows his eyes to close, taking in the feel of her thumbs brushing against his cheeks.
She can't speak, but somehow, her wordless request reaches him anyway. Perhaps it's because they've become so close that they don't really need words to communicate. He's never really been good with words anyway, not in the day to day. In duels, he can call out commands and respond to his opponents, and when he's a spectator, calling out encouragement to his friends is equally easy.
But speaking about himself and what he wants or needs? He has to admit that he doesn't know how to do that. But she's still there seemingly waiting for an answer, and he honestly doesn't know what he ought to say.
As her fingers twine through his hair, something he didn't intend to give voice to bursts out of him before he can stop it: ]
I want to help you get better. [ He's said as much already, and he's said why he feels that way, but he still can't shake off the idea that it's his fault she's in the state that she is. ]
It's because of me that this happened, and now I have to fix it. [ Maybe that's not all that's weighing on him, but it's a large part of it. And he knows he won't be able to fully rest (or get what little rest he usually does) until he's figured out how to reverse what's been done. ]
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The only thing that he feels he has the right to wish for is for Lunafreya to be restored to how she should be: with her voice returned and her wellbeing intact. He believes that she still has a place in this world, whether as the Oracle or simply as herself, and as such, he only wants to see her doing well and being healthy. He would wish for every barrier between them to be torn down so that he could finally be with her without anything keeping them apart, but even wishing for that feels selfish.
No, all he wants is for her to be well. His own desires and wishes should come second to that. Never mind that denying what he truly wants and yearns for is only causing more wounds to form on his heart. He won't be admitting that to anyone, but knowing Lunafreya, she probably already knows that, because her own heart must surely carry similar, if not the same, injuries.
With their foreheads resting together, he allows his eyes to close, taking in the feel of her thumbs brushing against his cheeks.
She can't speak, but somehow, her wordless request reaches him anyway. Perhaps it's because they've become so close that they don't really need words to communicate. He's never really been good with words anyway, not in the day to day. In duels, he can call out commands and respond to his opponents, and when he's a spectator, calling out encouragement to his friends is equally easy.
But speaking about himself and what he wants or needs? He has to admit that he doesn't know how to do that. But she's still there seemingly waiting for an answer, and he honestly doesn't know what he ought to say.
As her fingers twine through his hair, something he didn't intend to give voice to bursts out of him before he can stop it: ]
I want to help you get better. [ He's said as much already, and he's said why he feels that way, but he still can't shake off the idea that it's his fault she's in the state that she is. ]
It's because of me that this happened, and now I have to fix it. [ Maybe that's not all that's weighing on him, but it's a large part of it. And he knows he won't be able to fully rest (or get what little rest he usually does) until he's figured out how to reverse what's been done. ]