[ Yes. His head drops as the hand rests on his shoulder. Not the last. But he is not sure if he is or is not, of course. There could be others who chose to abandon all civilization, to live forever alone and hide that they continue to live. But they are no longer elves -- not like the one who stands before him. The one who would come back for him. But will you always, especially when you see the darkness inside? ]
And yet I make you suffer with me. [ His own apology. One he is not sure if he means. His hand lifts to wipe away some of his tears. They feel real, but he does not feel the pain in his chest. Nothing that makes breathing difficult, beyond what he forces. No, he is happy that he has this one, and can cling to the idea of what it means.
No more than twisting the emotions. Yaha promises himself that much. No more than that to this one. Because he is all that he can cling to of the past he knows so little about. A past that this man does not even share. The legacy of his own people is dead, but he has carved a new one. One that will bleed for centuries through pages and ensure that they are not forgotten. But still, he will make Iorveth's culture and world, his own, like some parasite. ]
For that I am sorry. You should be welcomed with smiles and fanfare. Right?
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And yet I make you suffer with me. [ His own apology. One he is not sure if he means. His hand lifts to wipe away some of his tears. They feel real, but he does not feel the pain in his chest. Nothing that makes breathing difficult, beyond what he forces. No, he is happy that he has this one, and can cling to the idea of what it means.
No more than twisting the emotions. Yaha promises himself that much. No more than that to this one. Because he is all that he can cling to of the past he knows so little about. A past that this man does not even share. The legacy of his own people is dead, but he has carved a new one. One that will bleed for centuries through pages and ensure that they are not forgotten. But still, he will make Iorveth's culture and world, his own, like some parasite. ]
For that I am sorry. You should be welcomed with smiles and fanfare. Right?