So, there it is. The possibility of their shared vision being real has haunted him since the moment he woke, and even though he has made a point of verbally denying it as truth, he knows his stubbornness on the issue would mean little His gaze lingers on her or a few moments longer until he can't stand it anymore. He turns away and goes quiet.
Around them, their escorts continue on as usual, with seemingly no care for the multitude of lives that may have been snuffed out in some different place, or the impact it would have on their prisoners. It's a grief that can neither settle nor be dismissed.
He had believed so effortlessly when it came their time to defend Etheirys - he had felt he was right to do so. Yet, if it could all so quietly be taken away...
He feels like a coward to be bending so easily, to even be contemplating the idea. No. No, there must be another explanation. There must still be a chance. Please, they just need the chance to try...
He can't bring himself to speak for a while, but when he finally does:
"If what we've seen is the truth," he says, tight in his throat. "Thank the Twelve you were spared."
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Around them, their escorts continue on as usual, with seemingly no care for the multitude of lives that may have been snuffed out in some different place, or the impact it would have on their prisoners. It's a grief that can neither settle nor be dismissed.
He had believed so effortlessly when it came their time to defend Etheirys - he had felt he was right to do so. Yet, if it could all so quietly be taken away...
He feels like a coward to be bending so easily, to even be contemplating the idea. No. No, there must be another explanation. There must still be a chance. Please, they just need the chance to try...
He can't bring himself to speak for a while, but when he finally does:
"If what we've seen is the truth," he says, tight in his throat. "Thank the Twelve you were spared."