Honerva's ears lower, as she nearly drops her planter with the way he once more brings up and confirms his death -- a death he by his own words had not experienced -- but she remains quiet, waiting for him to finish his thought.
She hates it. She knows it is a choice he is making to accept it, as much as he is making it a choice to accept her regardless of how he may have felt toward her otherwise. Yet those two things don't even feel comparable, not when possibilities were so near and yet so currently out of reach.
But she listens, and he does speak further, as though to mollify these thoughts. Somewhat, anyway, but it is... hard.
She had lost lifetimes. They both had lost lifetimes. But anything he chose to do with his time now would be his own choice. It was as much as Lup had told her to help her make the attempt to move forward in any significant way and not give in to the despair of it all.
"... your... decisions are your own. I know so little of you, but I know it all was hard fought, because... that is how things were with the Galra. Your birthright, your role... it all was constricting. If... you could instead consider the death that may yet await back upon another path as the end of a dark chapter, while here away from it all a chance for a new beginning, in... whatever means suits you, then... that is all I could hope for. That you would choose to live, and find a new path, even if it may yet be separate from mine."
Few things could put her mind more at ease than that, but she knows it's a lot to ask. If he could even bring himself around to that sort of thinking at all, she doesn't know. All she knows is that it is painful, perhaps even more painful than having her existence denied once more would have been, that he would deny his own.
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She hates it. She knows it is a choice he is making to accept it, as much as he is making it a choice to accept her regardless of how he may have felt toward her otherwise. Yet those two things don't even feel comparable, not when possibilities were so near and yet so currently out of reach.
But she listens, and he does speak further, as though to mollify these thoughts. Somewhat, anyway, but it is... hard.
She had lost lifetimes. They both had lost lifetimes. But anything he chose to do with his time now would be his own choice. It was as much as Lup had told her to help her make the attempt to move forward in any significant way and not give in to the despair of it all.
"... your... decisions are your own. I know so little of you, but I know it all was hard fought, because... that is how things were with the Galra. Your birthright, your role... it all was constricting. If... you could instead consider the death that may yet await back upon another path as the end of a dark chapter, while here away from it all a chance for a new beginning, in... whatever means suits you, then... that is all I could hope for. That you would choose to live, and find a new path, even if it may yet be separate from mine."
Few things could put her mind more at ease than that, but she knows it's a lot to ask. If he could even bring himself around to that sort of thinking at all, she doesn't know. All she knows is that it is painful, perhaps even more painful than having her existence denied once more would have been, that he would deny his own.