[ For a moment, he's silent. None of this sits well with him. Not in the sense that he doesn't trust what's being planned. More that he'd rather not it'd not come to this at all.
But here they are.
His brows furrow. More and more, he finds it impossible to reconcile the side of him that's always accepted what simply is and what he's not willing to acknowledge if he needn't. Like the fact that he has, time and again, outlived the people most important in his life. And isn't that the greatest irony for someone whose path is only ever mere steps ahead of death's shadow? ]
You will be. [ He tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. Perhaps she will find the words hollow. He doesn't know. He only knows he doesn't want to think about her not being all right. ] We'll find a way.
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But here they are.
His brows furrow. More and more, he finds it impossible to reconcile the side of him that's always accepted what simply is and what he's not willing to acknowledge if he needn't. Like the fact that he has, time and again, outlived the people most important in his life. And isn't that the greatest irony for someone whose path is only ever mere steps ahead of death's shadow? ]
You will be. [ He tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. Perhaps she will find the words hollow. He doesn't know. He only knows he doesn't want to think about her not being all right. ] We'll find a way.