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☆ : SIDE EYES THOLINDIS ATM....

time. Is it deplorable for me to think that maybe a wronged man should? Or is it selfish because I want him to have it despite everything you're telling me and everything I know?

If you were in my position, would you say you wouldn't do or want the same for him?"

I saw him. Even if he's not the same. Isn't it.... Would it be worth it to prove him I'm here to give it? Maybe having what he wants will help. All he wants are two things and that could be done, Dainsleif. Maybe that could be all he needs to be satisfied, and he deserves to be after all this +

standing here— Yet he doesn't believe me. The magnitude of his sins aren't lost on me, but he's one of the few, if not all, that I have left. And I feel as if it may be the same for him, even if it was in the form of just wanting an answer from me for a question he's made me all too aware of when +

the little family I knew among the friends we had. And of things that I'll possibly never have due to the decisions I made and the fact that it's all gone.

But I would like to point out that you said yourself that Rerir's goals are for him to find me, or my body, and to complete himself. I'm +

the force of it, staring at her hand as she absently noted a phantom ache in her own limbs. The way her hands seemed to shake tbe smallest bit— Turning to look back up to Dainsleif with that smile having turned almost awkward. Shaky. "It seems I have a lot to think about when it comes to home. Of +

that it's not me who did it, that started this for him specifically, and yet everything you said has been nothing but confirmation that what I suspected and knew deep down is true." Gently, almost hesitantly, her hand slowly moved from her face. Blinking out the blackened spots in her vision from +

with the rest of it.

"........ I know. I know that he did. He told me himself when I all but begged, because he thought I knew since he saw me as only a figment of his mind. And as a researcher, a scholar, being the catalyst of a series of events is the same as being the reason for it— You say +

The weight of the man's words settling heavily between them and in her mind as she took a moment to piece it together. How her eyes watered was pointedly ignored- forcing herself to stay calm despite how she felt. The frustration she could feel boiling with herself and— This. Carefully bottled +

their kind— Then why has she seen so little of any others? All she's seen was him and Rerir.

Her head was throbbing. It 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵.

Tholindis pressed the heel of her palm against the side of her head, silent as it slowly slid over her closed eye and pressed into the furrowed space between her brows. +

emotions he had on this, breath caught in her throat as he spoke up, and continued to speak, about the downfall of their home. Of how the most looked up to people to an ignorant people had turned their backs on them, how Rerir had joined them.... The gods the people didn't believe in, the curse on +

It was less an accusation and more and observation, more than anything.

But his reaction to her and her insistence when it came to Rerir, even based in ignorance or naivety- or both- was still a bit of a shock, nonetheless. Expression dropping once more as his careful one broke and showed the +

foolish as it is to hope for it, I think he's still Rerir."

smile to him.

".... And I'm assuming you did do something to his heart, with how you avoided that part. I don't understand what's happened, and I 𝘥𝘰 understand that what you're saying is most likely true, but I want to see this for myself. I want to see 𝘩𝘪𝘮. And I need him to see 𝘮𝘦, vinur. As +

that already has done far more damage than I could imagine. Isn't the reason he's this way now, the reason the Abyss took him, because of my lack of faith?"

Another careful pause. Her free hand lifting up to gently squeeze the ones holding her, lips pulled tight as she tried to offer a small +