[ Aymeric's expression turns thoughtful, and then confused as he ponders this piece of information. ]
Through.. Through my emotions? [ He has worked very hard to keep his emotions in check, lest they run away from him as they have before. ] What if I- [ He shakes his head. What good would it do to tell her that he does not know how to listen to his emotions, much less let them speak to him?
But even with that thought in mind, he moves his hand as if intending to reach out to Meteion in turn. No sooner does Alkaid remove her hand from his, however, than he feels a sense of missing holding onto her hand. But perhaps this is important somehow and so he must let it happen, to whatever end. ]
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Through.. Through my emotions? [ He has worked very hard to keep his emotions in check, lest they run away from him as they have before. ] What if I- [ He shakes his head. What good would it do to tell her that he does not know how to listen to his emotions, much less let them speak to him?
But even with that thought in mind, he moves his hand as if intending to reach out to Meteion in turn. No sooner does Alkaid remove her hand from his, however, than he feels a sense of missing holding onto her hand. But perhaps this is important somehow and so he must let it happen, to whatever end. ]
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