anyway. he's quiet for a long moment as she answers him; almost reflexively, his arms tighten. ]
... I know you will. [ strohl's voice is rough when he gets sincere; it's like the intensity of his emotions burns out and leaves something behind, the burnt rubble of halia made in a man. it rumbles in his chest as he speaks quietly. ] And I know what you mean.
[ regarding siffrin's position, about sparing someone else the pain and suffering. he gets it. like so many times before, he gets it. it's so much easier to take the brunt of the pain yourself. it's so much easier not to watch the people you come to love and care for take hit after hit. be forced to dangle along in this cruel game.
a little of the tension comes out of his shoulders, bleeding out in some of the exhaustion, and absently, almost, his hand pets between her shoulder blades, reassuring. bolstering. for her, but maybe for himself, a little, too. his heart beats true for another week, the very same one that became a resonant vessel all those months ago. heart of a warrior, heart of an archetype. ]
That's what I have to hold onto, too. If we can help someone, then we reach out our hand to help them - and if we fail, we never, ever forget what went wrong, but we have to keep moving forward for all that we strive for. We do all we can.
Sometimes it's not enough. But so long as you'll keep trying, your highness, I'll stand right there beside you to the end.
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anyway. he's quiet for a long moment as she answers him; almost reflexively, his arms tighten. ]
... I know you will. [ strohl's voice is rough when he gets sincere; it's like the intensity of his emotions burns out and leaves something behind, the burnt rubble of halia made in a man. it rumbles in his chest as he speaks quietly. ] And I know what you mean.
[ regarding siffrin's position, about sparing someone else the pain and suffering. he gets it. like so many times before, he gets it. it's so much easier to take the brunt of the pain yourself. it's so much easier not to watch the people you come to love and care for take hit after hit. be forced to dangle along in this cruel game.
a little of the tension comes out of his shoulders, bleeding out in some of the exhaustion, and absently, almost, his hand pets between her shoulder blades, reassuring. bolstering. for her, but maybe for himself, a little, too. his heart beats true for another week, the very same one that became a resonant vessel all those months ago. heart of a warrior, heart of an archetype. ]
That's what I have to hold onto, too. If we can help someone, then we reach out our hand to help them - and if we fail, we never, ever forget what went wrong, but we have to keep moving forward for all that we strive for. We do all we can.
Sometimes it's not enough. But so long as you'll keep trying, your highness, I'll stand right there beside you to the end.