Rest is one thing. Dithering about like I have nothing better to do is another. I'm not -
[You is what he wants to say, but the words die on his lips. It's the first time they've had a lengthy conversation. Maybe... he doesn't want to ruin it by pushing her away.]
It just feels like before. Waking up to ruin. To everything having changed. And for what - [His hand lifts, clutching at the space above his chest.] There was no reason for it. Not for Father, and not for the Saint.
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Date: 2024-03-11 03:07 am (UTC)[You is what he wants to say, but the words die on his lips. It's the first time they've had a lengthy conversation. Maybe... he doesn't want to ruin it by pushing her away.]
It just feels like before. Waking up to ruin. To everything having changed. And for what - [His hand lifts, clutching at the space above his chest.] There was no reason for it. Not for Father, and not for the Saint.