[ like clockwork, he allows himself to be pulled in, and like clockwork, he leans a little into it, desperately, desperately touch starved. and! it's funny you ask that!!!
there's a tiny flicker of something small and sad that ripples through his emotions, like a stone tossed on a lake. ]
... I will be returning to the Papal States.
[ if any better doors opened, they slammed shut a long time ago. ] Iria may have one chance to try again for peace, if I am able to shift the time of my death, and I do not intend to deny it to her.
[ said warmly, with a soft smile - that is undeniable. his hope for iria's future is one of his pilot lights. his hope for himself, however... well. he doesn't specify. ]
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[ and just as familiarly as always, he'll lift his arm so that he can let it settle around taair's shoulders and pull him in close ]
I don't know if you ever got to telling me what you chose, and where you're going after all this.
[ he can imagine that it still might not be ideal, and that there's some hardships with saying goodbye...
but at least a few better doors opened, didn't they? ]
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there's a tiny flicker of something small and sad that ripples through his emotions, like a stone tossed on a lake. ]
... I will be returning to the Papal States.
[ if any better doors opened, they slammed shut a long time ago. ] Iria may have one chance to try again for peace, if I am able to shift the time of my death, and I do not intend to deny it to her.
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... do you have hope for a better future then?
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[ said warmly, with a soft smile - that is undeniable. his hope for iria's future is one of his pilot lights. his hope for himself, however... well. he doesn't specify. ]