[ He isn't expecting her to talk it well, exactly, and he sure as hell isn't handling it the best himself, the way he can barely even watch his past self next to the fire, the desperation written into his features, the fear, the self-hatred. It isn't anything Alisaie hasn't heard before. She knows this part of his personal journey better than anyone besides himself.
But he hadn't gone into any great detail, and now she has to witness this, his utter anguish and loneliness.
Still, neither is he expecting her to go to that past version of himself, to sweep down towards him, protective and attentive as ever, and when he looks back on this later, perhaps he won't really be surprised. She always takes such good care of him...but in this time and place, she cannot reach him. At least, not this version of him, this specter of his past.
Branded for life. ]
Alisaie —
[ He rushes down towards her, arms around her shoulders to pull her back, away, murmuring that it's okay, it's okay, but it's not. He had never reached so low a point in his life, never felt so worthless as he had in this moment.
But he isn't this person anymore. He's better, stronger, in no small part because of her. ]
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But he hadn't gone into any great detail, and now she has to witness this, his utter anguish and loneliness.
Still, neither is he expecting her to go to that past version of himself, to sweep down towards him, protective and attentive as ever, and when he looks back on this later, perhaps he won't really be surprised. She always takes such good care of him...but in this time and place, she cannot reach him. At least, not this version of him, this specter of his past.
Branded for life. ]
Alisaie —
[ He rushes down towards her, arms around her shoulders to pull her back, away, murmuring that it's okay, it's okay, but it's not. He had never reached so low a point in his life, never felt so worthless as he had in this moment.
But he isn't this person anymore. He's better, stronger, in no small part because of her. ]