[She's close. Close enough to touch, and yet, the distance between them feels all-encompassing, like a deep ravine, like the ages of time that separated them at home. She is close enough to touch, and yet so far, and he can't stop her, he knows that. She bends her head to destiny just the same as he, and even if he kept her here...it would bring them no joy, that trapping. She released him from her service, once -- it feels like ages ago. Now he must release her from his watch.
She is so brave. He has always known it, but he thinks it consciously now, and in any other moment he might laugh. If only either of them was a little less brave.
Her words cut to the core, just as much as her unwillingness to look at him. It is something he understands, even though it hurts. She's afraid to lose her nerve. He's doing it again -- being a thorn in her side. If he's being honest, something about that excites him...or it would, in another circumstance. But he-- he needs to do this face to face. He doesn't want his last memory to be the distance of her turned back.
I'm sorry. He doesn't say it aloud. Maybe he should, but he doesn't want to use up his words before his voice falters. Instead he moves around her so he can see her face. She may not be able to look him in the eye, but he feels he must face this clearly. Must face her with the courage he can muster.]
I want-- [His voice shakes already, but compared to their last parting, this moment is a gift. It mustn't be squandered.] ... This time, I want to say goodbye.
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She is so brave. He has always known it, but he thinks it consciously now, and in any other moment he might laugh. If only either of them was a little less brave.
Her words cut to the core, just as much as her unwillingness to look at him. It is something he understands, even though it hurts. She's afraid to lose her nerve. He's doing it again -- being a thorn in her side. If he's being honest, something about that excites him...or it would, in another circumstance. But he-- he needs to do this face to face. He doesn't want his last memory to be the distance of her turned back.
I'm sorry. He doesn't say it aloud. Maybe he should, but he doesn't want to use up his words before his voice falters. Instead he moves around her so he can see her face. She may not be able to look him in the eye, but he feels he must face this clearly. Must face her with the courage he can muster.]
I want-- [His voice shakes already, but compared to their last parting, this moment is a gift. It mustn't be squandered.] ... This time, I want to say goodbye.