There's a bit of sharp laughter from Gustavain, real, but in that all you can do is laugh, sometimes sort of way,
"I think he made it... a long time ago. I don't think he would have even bothered unless he... he would have to have..." really cared, he can't quite say. Loved. It's been simmering in the back of his head, his soul, this whole time, not quite a memory. If he could have remembered... if he could have held the Light in... if he had been strong enough, more rejoined, more of who he was "supposed" to be...
He doesn't want to think about it. There's a pull, that direction, that looks a lot like madness, that understands all too well the desire to reclaim that. He doesn't want to think about that part. But this. This needs to be addressed.
"So you knew them. Azem, I mean." They both know what he's really asking, but he cannot ask it any other way. To ask did you know me? invites too much of the other sentiment right now, with how raw everything is.
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Date: 2021-07-02 05:22 pm (UTC)"I think he made it... a long time ago. I don't think he would have even bothered unless he... he would have to have..." really cared, he can't quite say. Loved. It's been simmering in the back of his head, his soul, this whole time, not quite a memory. If he could have remembered... if he could have held the Light in... if he had been strong enough, more rejoined, more of who he was "supposed" to be...
He doesn't want to think about it. There's a pull, that direction, that looks a lot like madness, that understands all too well the desire to reclaim that. He doesn't want to think about that part. But this. This needs to be addressed.
"So you knew them. Azem, I mean." They both know what he's really asking, but he cannot ask it any other way. To ask did you know me? invites too much of the other sentiment right now, with how raw everything is.