[ He's -- actually a little stunned, no lie. She was that upset because of what had happened to him...? ]
Lux... [ He sounds a bit at a loss. It's not that he's saying it's okay. This is anything but okay, if she wasn't in front of him so upset right now he'd be a lot more upset than he is. But seeing her so worked up for his sake..
It doesn't make it okay but he forces it down (crushes it down) and takes a breath for a moment, feeling what seems like another sun-warmed burst when her voice pitches and tumbles, a sense of opalescence and light from the corners of his eyes. That.. it was her then. Because of how upset she was.
Biting his lip for a moment, he hesitates before he flexes his fingers against hers, pulling his other hand back slightly as well... so that he can cover both of hers with his firmly but gently, cupping her face like that. Please listen. ]
'...Even if the scars remain our wounds will heal.'
That's what I believe. It's okay. [ He doesn't really, not about something like this. But he can't think about his own panic right now while she's so upset, so he's going to say it anyway. ]
Being who I am... being an Exorcist -- that's what that means. We can never know what's about to happen next, or when we might die. But it's pointless to be upset about that, because if we regret everything we could have done better and let ourselves despair... we'd never be able to move forward. [ He's speaking quite gently. Quite calmly even, his forehead still gently resting against hers. Mostly because like that at least, since she's the one who first leaned in like that...
If he can't see her, he at least feels somewhat connected this way. ]
Despair... that's how true evil happens.
So no matter what happens, even when it's something terrible, I promise it'll be okay.
[ He'll let out how not okay it is later. When he's by himself. ]
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Lux... [ He sounds a bit at a loss. It's not that he's saying it's okay. This is anything but okay, if she wasn't in front of him so upset right now he'd be a lot more upset than he is. But seeing her so worked up for his sake..
It doesn't make it okay but he forces it down (crushes it down) and takes a breath for a moment, feeling what seems like another sun-warmed burst when her voice pitches and tumbles, a sense of opalescence and light from the corners of his eyes. That.. it was her then. Because of how upset she was.
Biting his lip for a moment, he hesitates before he flexes his fingers against hers, pulling his other hand back slightly as well... so that he can cover both of hers with his firmly but gently, cupping her face like that. Please listen. ]
'...Even if the scars remain our wounds will heal.'
That's what I believe. It's okay. [ He doesn't really, not about something like this. But he can't think about his own panic right now while she's so upset, so he's going to say it anyway. ]
Being who I am... being an Exorcist -- that's what that means. We can never know what's about to happen next, or when we might die. But it's pointless to be upset about that, because if we regret everything we could have done better and let ourselves despair... we'd never be able to move forward. [ He's speaking quite gently. Quite calmly even, his forehead still gently resting against hers. Mostly because like that at least, since she's the one who first leaned in like that...
If he can't see her, he at least feels somewhat connected this way. ]
Despair... that's how true evil happens.
So no matter what happens, even when it's something terrible, I promise it'll be okay.
[ He'll let out how not okay it is later. When he's by himself. ]