[Tenacity was built into their bloodline from the very inception, it seems. There's comfort to be found in her words, no vague implications but rather an obvious intent. She's trying to encourage him, though he can tell by her hesitation that it can't be easy for her to speak about Somnus. Is it better, or worse, he wonders- these reminders. It's not good that it hurts her, as she must miss him terribly, but bottling things up can't be good either.
...Not that he should have any kind of opinion about that, all things considered. Everything he's kept hidden these days... he hasn't even told his best friend, or his father. He's not sure when (or if) he will. In the face of that hypocrisy, is he really one who should be asking for her hidden thoughts or feelings about a man she'll likely never see again, someone she cared deeply for and shared months of her live with?
He ducks his head as they walk, trying to steer his thoughts back on topic, but his fingers curl more firmly around hers. It's like with Luna; those feelings and that grief are difficult to give voice, but he's not alone, as she said. Neither is she.]
I know. While I was gone... I learned a lot, but I had to learn it on my own. [Lonely, frightened, desperate and angry. Cruel teachers, all of them.] I don't want to do that anymore. What we had going before was better.
[They'd only just begun to shake things up, to bring swords into the mix now that she has one- it had been a fun new branch of the kind of training they were capable of. And his progress since meeting her had been leaps and bounds above what he'd managed to learn in Insomnia as far as raw power goes. Severed as he is here from the full roster of Royal Arms, that growth had been something of a safety net for him. He misses that. Feeling safe, feeling confident. Feeling good about his power and how he can share it.]
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...Not that he should have any kind of opinion about that, all things considered. Everything he's kept hidden these days... he hasn't even told his best friend, or his father. He's not sure when (or if) he will. In the face of that hypocrisy, is he really one who should be asking for her hidden thoughts or feelings about a man she'll likely never see again, someone she cared deeply for and shared months of her live with?
He ducks his head as they walk, trying to steer his thoughts back on topic, but his fingers curl more firmly around hers. It's like with Luna; those feelings and that grief are difficult to give voice, but he's not alone, as she said. Neither is she.]
I know. While I was gone... I learned a lot, but I had to learn it on my own. [Lonely, frightened, desperate and angry. Cruel teachers, all of them.] I don't want to do that anymore. What we had going before was better.
[They'd only just begun to shake things up, to bring swords into the mix now that she has one- it had been a fun new branch of the kind of training they were capable of. And his progress since meeting her had been leaps and bounds above what he'd managed to learn in Insomnia as far as raw power goes. Severed as he is here from the full roster of Royal Arms, that growth had been something of a safety net for him. He misses that. Feeling safe, feeling confident. Feeling good about his power and how he can share it.]