[ The words that he would say are right there in his mind and on the tip of his tongue, and yet when it comes to actually voicing them, he finds the part of him that simply wants to lie here like this with her is warring with the part of him that would spill out all the thoughts he has about everything he has learned about their ancient past.
In the end, he reaches a compromise of sorts. He can lie with her and hold her while he speaks about what she has told him. As always, when her hands circle around him, coming to rest upon the scarred portion of his back, a shiver creeps up his spine and travels out to the rest of him. Those particular scars do not hurt anymore, nor are they overly sensitive, and yet small explosions form wherever her hands go, and that is a reaction he cannot help. Nor does he want to, as it is not an unpleasant one by any means. ]
It is not difficult for me to imagine that you and I could have had a longer history than the one that seemingly began at Camp Dragonhead. Mayhap the seeds of my realization had already been planted, only I had yet to recognize them, but there is a part of me that is wholly unsurprised by this notion and instead, welcomes it gladly.
[ Her forehead is pressed against his chest, and he places one hand on top of her head in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. Whether he would state it aloud or not, he also missed her far more than he can put into mere words. ]
I am in no position to speak for your sister, but it is not difficult for me to imagine that she would insist upon needing and wanting you at her side. No one can save everyone who is in harm's way, and I have certainly wished that I could do that very thing. And yet- All we can do is simply try.
[ For those we can yet save... ]
Even if a time should come (and I doubt very much that it will) that your sister no longer needs you, that she has decided to venture forth as the Warrior of Light alone-
[ His gaze tips downwards, eyes searching to meet with hers. ]
I have need of you.
[ And there, the tone of his voice deepens, pointing to how much he means those words and how much he wishes to keep her by his side always. ]
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In the end, he reaches a compromise of sorts. He can lie with her and hold her while he speaks about what she has told him. As always, when her hands circle around him, coming to rest upon the scarred portion of his back, a shiver creeps up his spine and travels out to the rest of him. Those particular scars do not hurt anymore, nor are they overly sensitive, and yet small explosions form wherever her hands go, and that is a reaction he cannot help. Nor does he want to, as it is not an unpleasant one by any means. ]
It is not difficult for me to imagine that you and I could have had a longer history than the one that seemingly began at Camp Dragonhead. Mayhap the seeds of my realization had already been planted, only I had yet to recognize them, but there is a part of me that is wholly unsurprised by this notion and instead, welcomes it gladly.
[ Her forehead is pressed against his chest, and he places one hand on top of her head in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. Whether he would state it aloud or not, he also missed her far more than he can put into mere words. ]
I am in no position to speak for your sister, but it is not difficult for me to imagine that she would insist upon needing and wanting you at her side. No one can save everyone who is in harm's way, and I have certainly wished that I could do that very thing. And yet- All we can do is simply try.
[ For those we can yet save... ]
Even if a time should come (and I doubt very much that it will) that your sister no longer needs you, that she has decided to venture forth as the Warrior of Light alone-
[ His gaze tips downwards, eyes searching to meet with hers. ]
I have need of you.
[ And there, the tone of his voice deepens, pointing to how much he means those words and how much he wishes to keep her by his side always. ]