[His voice is soft, grip even softer but somehow still tight and protective, as if he's attempting to ward away the fading dregs of the memory.]
You're stronger than it. You did move past it. You're a great summoner, Sheena. The entire world was reunited because of it.
[It was unfair anyway, he wants to say, pushing so young a child into that. It seems much of Aselia's tragedy is built on the backs of children. But he doesn't say it, because he doesn't want to set her off crying again. Because it doesn't do to dwell on your own tragedy; he'd learned it first hand and still struggled with it now. Even if he doesn't say it, he knows he has that kinship with Sheena, that she understands.
And maybe that's not so scary. Maybe it's good.
Maybe she thinks the same way.
Maybe...
His cheek remains resting against the side of her head, his hand on her back, but the other he pushes into his pocket and wraps his fingers around a small ring with a little green gem.
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[His voice is soft, grip even softer but somehow still tight and protective, as if he's attempting to ward away the fading dregs of the memory.]
You're stronger than it. You did move past it. You're a great summoner, Sheena. The entire world was reunited because of it.
[It was unfair anyway, he wants to say, pushing so young a child into that. It seems much of Aselia's tragedy is built on the backs of children. But he doesn't say it, because he doesn't want to set her off crying again. Because it doesn't do to dwell on your own tragedy; he'd learned it first hand and still struggled with it now. Even if he doesn't say it, he knows he has that kinship with Sheena, that she understands.
And maybe that's not so scary. Maybe it's good.
Maybe she thinks the same way.
Maybe...
His cheek remains resting against the side of her head, his hand on her back, but the other he pushes into his pocket and wraps his fingers around a small ring with a little green gem.
...well... maybe it isn't the time...]