[ Trahearne stares into nothing, at a spot on the floor. Will they ever meet again? Could they ever meet in the Mists? Being human, his commander's spirit is destined for a different place upon death than where he presumes his would go--assuming he ever gets there, of course. Is there a chance he would ever summon his formal marshal back to the realm of the living for advice? Just to see him? Would he ever find out that he now lives in a realm of dreams and try to find his way to him?
At length, he sighs, dipping his head. The questions, the uncertainties are too numerous. He's a bit too tall for his head to make contact with hers, and so he focuses his concentration on a little bloom at the crown of her head. ]
All right.
[ His voice is low, as though admitting defeat. Ori is often right about these things, matters of sentimentality and the heart. It's something he's always sidestepped--he never needed to bother with these things in such a visceral manner before, and now his inexperience is catching up with him. ]
I will...try.
[ The desire to hold onto him, desperately hang onto hope and the instinct to rip his memory from his life and his heart entirely tug at each other inside of him. Saying see you later, maybe feels like a cheap compromise he will never be satisfied with, but maybe it's the healthiest option--the option that will serve him best. ]
Thank you, Ori.
[ Regardless, he takes her words to heart. He drops his arms, allowing her to go if she pleases, and he sighs. ]
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At length, he sighs, dipping his head. The questions, the uncertainties are too numerous. He's a bit too tall for his head to make contact with hers, and so he focuses his concentration on a little bloom at the crown of her head. ]
All right.
[ His voice is low, as though admitting defeat. Ori is often right about these things, matters of sentimentality and the heart. It's something he's always sidestepped--he never needed to bother with these things in such a visceral manner before, and now his inexperience is catching up with him. ]
I will...try.
[ The desire to hold onto him, desperately hang onto hope and the instinct to rip his memory from his life and his heart entirely tug at each other inside of him. Saying see you later, maybe feels like a cheap compromise he will never be satisfied with, but maybe it's the healthiest option--the option that will serve him best. ]
Thank you, Ori.
[ Regardless, he takes her words to heart. He drops his arms, allowing her to go if she pleases, and he sighs. ]
I apologise for being cross with you earlier.