[ As she returns to her present state, he allows her some room between her and his armor. Yet trapped in the memories (or lack thereof) of her past, he will not set her down until she has her faculties restored. ]
Perhaps... now is not the time explore further. [ Despair and defeat seems to have consumed her, a sure suggestion that she is not ready-- not yet, in any case. Letting go would be a healthier option, but one harsh to hear to someone not prepared. A thought passes, unbidden: among the dead, would any wish to see their descendant shackled by the past like so, unable to overcome their mourning?
He would not. What a tragedy it is, then, that her face remains stained with the tears of her youth. ]
Regrets are leaden. [ The rumble of his voice is a low lull within the hollow cavity of his armor. ] ...Forgive yourself, Maiden.
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Perhaps... now is not the time explore further. [ Despair and defeat seems to have consumed her, a sure suggestion that she is not ready-- not yet, in any case. Letting go would be a healthier option, but one harsh to hear to someone not prepared.
A thought passes, unbidden: among the dead, would any wish to see their descendant shackled by the past like so, unable to overcome their mourning?
He would not. What a tragedy it is, then, that her face remains stained with the tears of her youth. ]
Regrets are leaden. [ The rumble of his voice is a low lull within the hollow cavity of his armor. ] ...Forgive yourself, Maiden.