[ When his arm finds its way to give her waist a small half-hug, she smiles. She's grateful to hear those words-- that he feels valued with her, safe enough to speak his mind. She doesn't ever wish to be dismissive with him, to push his suffering down, or to not take his own words and not reflect upon them. ]
You listen. [ She replies with a quiet, loving expression. He's listening to her right now, her thoughts on this, her want to not see him hurt, her want for him to accept better for himself. That's listening, too, and not tossing her words away.
And sometimes, he listens so much that he forgets about himself.
If he could have stood up to Bahamut and express himself, what would he have said, then? What would he have wanted to shout or cry? It isn't fair to him, to keep that all inside, and keeping all of that inside is just the start of it. The world's fate is a heavy burden upon him, the world is worth saving, but he shouldn't have to feel so isolated and-- silent because of it.
...Ah, there it is again. That sudden feeling of both mourning and yearning-- a part of her wants to abandon all of the seals placed upon her, so that at the height of their power, they could make him into a god.
And wouldn't he just be magnificent? As if it might give him a chance to do whatever it is that he would wish to, to save all of his world and loved ones without any sacrifice. But. Power lends one of air of capability, of wishful thinking, and temptation that blinds consequence...
So she settles with a squeeze of his hand, deciding to get back on topic. ]
So... what will you do? What do you... want to do, with Era, I mean?
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You listen. [ She replies with a quiet, loving expression. He's listening to her right now, her thoughts on this, her want to not see him hurt, her want for him to accept better for himself. That's listening, too, and not tossing her words away.
And sometimes, he listens so much that he forgets about himself.
If he could have stood up to Bahamut and express himself, what would he have said, then? What would he have wanted to shout or cry? It isn't fair to him, to keep that all inside, and keeping all of that inside is just the start of it. The world's fate is a heavy burden upon him, the world is worth saving, but he shouldn't have to feel so isolated and-- silent because of it.
...Ah, there it is again. That sudden feeling of both mourning and yearning-- a part of her wants to abandon all of the seals placed upon her, so that at the height of their power, they could make him into a god.
And wouldn't he just be magnificent? As if it might give him a chance to do whatever it is that he would wish to, to save all of his world and loved ones without any sacrifice. But. Power lends one of air of capability, of wishful thinking, and temptation that blinds consequence...
So she settles with a squeeze of his hand, deciding to get back on topic. ]
So... what will you do? What do you... want to do, with Era, I mean?