...I know. Believe me, I can understand. But we just-- we just don't get to do it that way, time is... something that we don't get to change, no matter how much we want to.
[That power just isn't worth it. You can't.]
There were kind people in the worlds that we couldn't save, too. There are things that existed nowhere else in the universe, that all fell victim to the Hunger's advance. We've both seen-- devastating losses, and, frankly, some... pretty horrifying shit.
But you're still the kind of person who promised me you would help look after the others. Who's tried to help fix this and help all of us get home. Sieghart, I think you've done a pretty damn good job, from what I've seen.
[I wanted to change it. I was sure that I could, as long as I had the Klara Libri. But that was just wishful thinking. Mari . . .
It wouldn't have been worth it. Not for the price it would have cost.
So he let go. And he lets go of it again, for what's done is done. No amount of what-ifs will bring his brothers back. All he can do now is live and pay for his actions, and ensure that he protects what and whom he can in their stead.
His face is young and vibrant. There isn't a trace of exhaustion to be found there. The only sign of weariness is in the slack set of his shoulders as he returns to the moment.]
. . . I don't want anyone to be trapped here. I won't stop until this is all over, so don't worry.
[A faint blush dusts his cheeks. His fingers twitch, curling slightly into his palms, and he doesn't meet her eyes out of shyness. He wonders if she meant for him to hear those silent words, kind and then hopeful, but he knows them to be her sincere desires.
This isn't over yet. There's still a week.]
. . . This time, I'll stay.
[This time, I won't leave you to bear the weight alone.]
[-oh. well, the blush makes it clear that some of that leaked out, but... that's all right. she smiles in return, warm, fond.]
... I worked on my own for a long time, right up until fairly recently. What you offered me, before you were killed-- it made this place less lonely.
[he offered her someone to rely on, on a more equal level, when she was so busy trying to make sure others stayed safe. when there were so few people she could ask that of. and-- what a pair they make, honestly. him with his immortality, his youth despite his age, and her with the lines in her face that shouldn't have been there yet, her lost time. both of their experiences with loss and with deaths that aren't the end.]
Stay here a while, Sieghart.
[this time, she does lean in to kiss him again, gently.]
[Some part of him trembles inwardly at the kiss, overcome by the sweet emotions of acceptance and affection he's put aside for centuries. The tenderness of the gesture hushes his thoughts, and he ever slightly bows his head after she withdraws.
It does little to conceal the rosiness that spreads throughout his face.]
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[That power just isn't worth it. You can't.]
There were kind people in the worlds that we couldn't save, too. There are things that existed nowhere else in the universe, that all fell victim to the Hunger's advance. We've both seen-- devastating losses, and, frankly, some... pretty horrifying shit.
But you're still the kind of person who promised me you would help look after the others. Who's tried to help fix this and help all of us get home. Sieghart, I think you've done a pretty damn good job, from what I've seen.
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It wouldn't have been worth it. Not for the price it would have cost.
So he let go. And he lets go of it again, for what's done is done. No amount of what-ifs will bring his brothers back. All he can do now is live and pay for his actions, and ensure that he protects what and whom he can in their stead.
His face is young and vibrant. There isn't a trace of exhaustion to be found there. The only sign of weariness is in the slack set of his shoulders as he returns to the moment.]
. . . I don't want anyone to be trapped here. I won't stop until this is all over, so don't worry.
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she can save her world herself. she's going to. but if she could improve someone else's life, it would be his. maybe hugo's.]
I know you won't, and neither will I. We can work with each other for that again, now, there's still-- there's some time left.
[I'd spend what I could of it with you, if you wanted the same.]
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This isn't over yet. There's still a week.]
. . . This time, I'll stay.
[This time, I won't leave you to bear the weight alone.]
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... I worked on my own for a long time, right up until fairly recently. What you offered me, before you were killed-- it made this place less lonely.
[he offered her someone to rely on, on a more equal level, when she was so busy trying to make sure others stayed safe. when there were so few people she could ask that of. and-- what a pair they make, honestly. him with his immortality, his youth despite his age, and her with the lines in her face that shouldn't have been there yet, her lost time. both of their experiences with loss and with deaths that aren't the end.]
Stay here a while, Sieghart.
[this time, she does lean in to kiss him again, gently.]
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It does little to conceal the rosiness that spreads throughout his face.]
Y-yeah . . .
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You won't faint if I say I'd like you to stay for the night, will you?
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I'm too used to the nap room from the daycare. I won't be able to stretch like I did there if I go back to the bunks.
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[it's queen-size, there's enough to share without ending his life.]
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[He jumps out of the armrest, (as much as Lucretia's proximity allows him).]
Even the cushions in the daycare weren't all that big. You don't snore, do you?
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[nobody's ever called her out on it, so probably not?]
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