[ It strikes her that mortals must have many near-death experiences in their lifetime, to some of which they may be ignorant, but for him? Sure, he must be exhausted of having too many memorable near-death experiences. First when he was young, then many when he became an combatant, then the Fetter, now this. She's only witnessed two of them, and she's ill of watching him come so close to expiring, to say nothing of what he suffers simply going through them. Ironic that for every time he survives, it's another reminder of what finite time he has, that he'll one day march to this throne and perish.
But he's said her name again, he's thanking her. He's there, his mind is not overpowered or overwritten by another's memories. She had been worried for a few moments, worried that he'd wake and no knowing of himself, only that he was carrying the world.
She adjusts him upon her lap, her arm going around his back to prop him up as she leans down at the same time, bringing him up into an angled embrace, tucking her head over his shoulder. ]
And I'd do it again. [ Her voice is hoarse, strained with the desire to holdback another tide of sorrow-- or... relief? She's no longer distraught, though. Sorrow lingers but relief continues to flood her, overwhelming. She's smiling through that sadness, so, so glad and thankful that he's awake and speaking with her.
She thought she'd lose him too. If not physically then in spirit and in mind, to a force that would take over the will of his soul. The threat of his crystal overpowering him is so much more horrifying to quantify. ]
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But he's said her name again, he's thanking her. He's there, his mind is not overpowered or overwritten by another's memories. She had been worried for a few moments, worried that he'd wake and no knowing of himself, only that he was carrying the world.
She adjusts him upon her lap, her arm going around his back to prop him up as she leans down at the same time, bringing him up into an angled embrace, tucking her head over his shoulder. ]
And I'd do it again. [ Her voice is hoarse, strained with the desire to holdback another tide of sorrow-- or... relief? She's no longer distraught, though. Sorrow lingers but relief continues to flood her, overwhelming. She's smiling through that sadness, so, so glad and thankful that he's awake and speaking with her.
She thought she'd lose him too. If not physically then in spirit and in mind, to a force that would take over the will of his soul. The threat of his crystal overpowering him is so much more horrifying to quantify. ]