[ Truthfully, he wants nothing more than to spend as many hours as they can manage together, with nothing and no one coming between them. He wishes to get to know her better, and for her to know him... That she would learn more about him than his own internal struggles. Because it seems to him that that is all she has seen so far, and he cannot imagine how or why that would endear him to anyone. He wishes for her to know that he is more than that, that so long as she is willing, he would give her all the kindness and love that he has.
When she begins to massage the site of the injury, he also lets out a long exhale. The sharp pain that threatened to pull him away from her has finally subsided, replaced by a duller sort of pain. At the very least, it is easier for him to bear. Once again, her words wash over him, but this time, he is able to focus on what she is saying and how she says it. Her voice has a way of comforting him, of easing the tension that has been a constant companion, and he wishes that they could be together like this always.
He would even shoulder the worst pain imaginable if it meant that he could hear her voice and feel the touch of her hands. ] I have no doubts that things will work themselves out, and that Ishgard will be free of this war and strife. But-
[ His brow furrows, and his expression shifts into a frown. ] Although I wield a sword, and although there are those who will follow my lead, I believe that Ishgard's salvation will not come because of anything that I have done or will yet do.
[ Some of the tension that he has been carrying has begun to fade, thanks to her touch and the aether she is channeling into his wound, but he still feels a current of inadequacy and doubt swirling around him. ]
You speak of strength and heart, but when I look to the future, although I have no gift of foresight, I do not see Ishgard's salvation resting in my hands, but in the hands of others.
[ He has suspected previously that it will not be him who brings peace to his people, but others who came to Ishgard driven by need, and along the way, became staunch allies and even greater friends. ]
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When she begins to massage the site of the injury, he also lets out a long exhale. The sharp pain that threatened to pull him away from her has finally subsided, replaced by a duller sort of pain. At the very least, it is easier for him to bear. Once again, her words wash over him, but this time, he is able to focus on what she is saying and how she says it. Her voice has a way of comforting him, of easing the tension that has been a constant companion, and he wishes that they could be together like this always.
He would even shoulder the worst pain imaginable if it meant that he could hear her voice and feel the touch of her hands. ] I have no doubts that things will work themselves out, and that Ishgard will be free of this war and strife. But-
[ His brow furrows, and his expression shifts into a frown. ] Although I wield a sword, and although there are those who will follow my lead, I believe that Ishgard's salvation will not come because of anything that I have done or will yet do.
[ Some of the tension that he has been carrying has begun to fade, thanks to her touch and the aether she is channeling into his wound, but he still feels a current of inadequacy and doubt swirling around him. ]
You speak of strength and heart, but when I look to the future, although I have no gift of foresight, I do not see Ishgard's salvation resting in my hands, but in the hands of others.
[ He has suspected previously that it will not be him who brings peace to his people, but others who came to Ishgard driven by need, and along the way, became staunch allies and even greater friends. ]