[ He has said it numerous times already by now that to repeat himself again may very well bore her. But she completes him and makes him feel whole, as opposed to torn in two and perpetually longing for her to return from her journeys. He had managed to live with that longing, but on the eve of the battle for Ala Mhigo, it became too much for him to suppress.
He does not regret that decision, not even a little, because at the very least, now he has the memories of that encounter to hold him and carry him through when they are far apart and the waves of loneliness threaten to pull him under. The house feels so very cold and empty without her, and that is saying nothing for how it feels to retire for the evening in an empty bed.
It should not be surprising, then, that most nights he delays going to take his rest, because he does not wish to face that empty room and the emmpty bed.
But now, none of those feelings are at the forefront of his thoughts. She is with him, and he is content. When she begins to go about her work of helping to remove his armor, he remains as still as he can so as to make the process easier even as a thoughtful look takes his face. ]
What would I call you other than the name you have shared with me? It is a name that I am very fond of, and it fits you. [ Pet names do not come as easily from him as they do for her, but he would make an attempt for her sake. ]
I must admit that I have not entertained those possibilities or those thoughts. [ He wonders why she asks, but he imagines the answer will come presently. ]
I would rather be alone for the rest of my days than be matched with another. Perhaps that is a foolish thing to say, but I believe I know my own heart, and I cannot imagine having another at my side. Neither can I imagine anyone who could be kinder and more faithful than...
[ There is a slight pause, as a phrase has just sprung to mind, and although it feels foreign to him as he has never said such a thing to anyone before, he allows instinct to guide him. ]
Than you, dearest. [ It hardly begins to describe the depth of the feelings and the love he has for her, but the word slipped out and he did not wish to call it back. ]
I... Well, experience has shown me that one can hardly go through the entirety of their life without taking one hurt or another.
[ What he says next is not said out of a desire for her sympathy or any other form of commiseration. It is merely the way of the world they live in, and it seems to him that they have both learned this lesson several times over. Her wounds seem far more grievous than his own, and he wishes he could take every one away from her, but alas, he cannot. ]
Some wounds do not heal. And yet I would have you as you are, because you are the one I love.
[ And he knows he does not need to ask if she will accept him as he is, because she has already made that plain. Now it is his turn to do the same for her. ]
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He does not regret that decision, not even a little, because at the very least, now he has the memories of that encounter to hold him and carry him through when they are far apart and the waves of loneliness threaten to pull him under. The house feels so very cold and empty without her, and that is saying nothing for how it feels to retire for the evening in an empty bed.
It should not be surprising, then, that most nights he delays going to take his rest, because he does not wish to face that empty room and the emmpty bed.
But now, none of those feelings are at the forefront of his thoughts. She is with him, and he is content. When she begins to go about her work of helping to remove his armor, he remains as still as he can so as to make the process easier even as a thoughtful look takes his face. ]
What would I call you other than the name you have shared with me? It is a name that I am very fond of, and it fits you. [ Pet names do not come as easily from him as they do for her, but he would make an attempt for her sake. ]
I must admit that I have not entertained those possibilities or those thoughts. [ He wonders why she asks, but he imagines the answer will come presently. ]
I would rather be alone for the rest of my days than be matched with another. Perhaps that is a foolish thing to say, but I believe I know my own heart, and I cannot imagine having another at my side. Neither can I imagine anyone who could be kinder and more faithful than...
[ There is a slight pause, as a phrase has just sprung to mind, and although it feels foreign to him as he has never said such a thing to anyone before, he allows instinct to guide him. ]
Than you, dearest. [ It hardly begins to describe the depth of the feelings and the love he has for her, but the word slipped out and he did not wish to call it back. ]
I... Well, experience has shown me that one can hardly go through the entirety of their life without taking one hurt or another.
[ What he says next is not said out of a desire for her sympathy or any other form of commiseration. It is merely the way of the world they live in, and it seems to him that they have both learned this lesson several times over. Her wounds seem far more grievous than his own, and he wishes he could take every one away from her, but alas, he cannot. ]
Some wounds do not heal. And yet I would have you as you are, because you are the one I love.
[ And he knows he does not need to ask if she will accept him as he is, because she has already made that plain. Now it is his turn to do the same for her. ]