[Her flinch and withdrawal stings, but he knows he deserves it so he doesn't chase. Rather, he drops his hands to his sides, one between them, both curling in the grass as he feels his frustration swell. He hates this. Life is so much better and easier when the problems in front of him are foes he can battle with a sword in hand, rather than with words. He's too earnest, he'd never been gifted with his father's silver tongue for negotiations or convincing arguments, he lacks Ignis' talent for strategy. His mind is racing, trying to think of what next to do or say. He doesn't know enough, her world has too many mysteries, and she...
...and then she says that, and he's silent for a long moment, brows furrowing. That's right... he'd half-forgotten, but there'd been something about her uncertainty that had bothered him, and now it clicks. Her crystal... she could convey the future to someone. Witnessing his own death and the aftermath had almost shattered him at the time, but ultimately it had been integral in helping him on the path to accepting his fate, coming to terms with what his future was. There was something immensely peaceful about the knowledge that it wasn't a maybe anymore, that if he did it right, the sun would rise again, that it wouldn't be for nothing. It had the potential to give her the same relief, but she'd said...
He focuses back on her, hating the grief in her eyes but needing to confirm.]
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...and then she says that, and he's silent for a long moment, brows furrowing. That's right... he'd half-forgotten, but there'd been something about her uncertainty that had bothered him, and now it clicks. Her crystal... she could convey the future to someone. Witnessing his own death and the aftermath had almost shattered him at the time, but ultimately it had been integral in helping him on the path to accepting his fate, coming to terms with what his future was. There was something immensely peaceful about the knowledge that it wasn't a maybe anymore, that if he did it right, the sun would rise again, that it wouldn't be for nothing. It had the potential to give her the same relief, but she'd said...
He focuses back on her, hating the grief in her eyes but needing to confirm.]
...You've never looked, have you.