(The crane is his entire aesthetic. She'll see. He is a crane.
His head still bowed down, eyes watching her carefully as she explains herself to him, he can't help but think of one of his last waking moments. The silence of a fallen battle site, under the moon, facing the sea, his voice drowned out by the waves.
He reaches up with one hand and
Pokes her in the cheek.)
Impossible. (Another poke,) A meeting can't be taken back. Once met, you can't be un-met.
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His head still bowed down, eyes watching her carefully as she explains herself to him, he can't help but think of one of his last waking moments. The silence of a fallen battle site, under the moon, facing the sea, his voice drowned out by the waves.
He reaches up with one hand and
Pokes her in the cheek.)
Impossible. (Another poke,) A meeting can't be taken back. Once met, you can't be un-met.