[He makes no move to stop, or back away from Gracia and Futon. He has never been one for contact, but... he has to admit that there is something comforting about these sensations. As if this physical closeness and warmth could chase his sorrow away...]
... I was about to, Gracia. If I hadn't realized the error of my ways at the very last moment, a simple gesture, a simple yes from me would have forever erased all that your race has always loved and held dear... How could I ever...?
[He shifts a little under Gracia's touch then, as if he were about to shrug her off, but eventually decided against it.]
I am just as despicable as your father's former Lord.
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[He makes no move to stop, or back away from Gracia and Futon. He has never been one for contact, but... he has to admit that there is something comforting about these sensations. As if this physical closeness and warmth could chase his sorrow away...]
... I was about to, Gracia. If I hadn't realized the error of my ways at the very last moment, a simple gesture, a simple yes from me would have forever erased all that your race has always loved and held dear... How could I ever...?
[He shifts a little under Gracia's touch then, as if he were about to shrug her off, but eventually decided against it.]
I am just as despicable as your father's former Lord.