[ nnnoOOo taair's emotions match his for a moment - the relief in taair's blooms as laurence's does, melding together with an unabashed fondness and warmth, with joy and with hope, too. it's such a beautiful, uniquely warm sensation, to see laurence's happiness, and he can't help the smile that breaks across his own face like the dawn.
he gently sets either of his hands on laurence's to stabilize him where he holds the letter, and nods. ]
They are. [ the softest touch of wonder, too. ] He said he intends to write more, but he wanted to write to me first to make sure that it worked - and so it did. Jiaoqiu said he received letters from others, too.
He's hale and hearty where he is - they all are. They're just far from us, but they're all very much alright.
I mean - I knew they were, from what everyone else said, but... but seeing it...
[ holding proof... it brings tears to his eyes all over again, but he quickly wipes at his face with a sleeve before they fall. they're really okay somewhere. ]
...So we just have to find a way to get them back. But we still don't know how, do we?
It's easier to find hope when we have physical proof in our hands.
[ he finishes, quietly - mutual agreement. he feels the very same, after all. what historian would not want evidence in his hands?
as for the rest - he nods, finally folding the letter and tucking it into his pocket. ]
Not yet. But, we didn't know they were reachable at all, before. It's hard to be patient, but... so long as we keep working, I do think we will be able to find them. I have hope and faith.
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he gently sets either of his hands on laurence's to stabilize him where he holds the letter, and nods. ]
They are. [ the softest touch of wonder, too. ] He said he intends to write more, but he wanted to write to me first to make sure that it worked - and so it did. Jiaoqiu said he received letters from others, too.
He's hale and hearty where he is - they all are. They're just far from us, but they're all very much alright.
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[ holding proof... it brings tears to his eyes all over again, but he quickly wipes at his face with a sleeve before they fall. they're really okay somewhere. ]
...So we just have to find a way to get them back. But we still don't know how, do we?
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[ he finishes, quietly - mutual agreement. he feels the very same, after all. what historian would not want evidence in his hands?
as for the rest - he nods, finally folding the letter and tucking it into his pocket. ]
Not yet. But, we didn't know they were reachable at all, before. It's hard to be patient, but... so long as we keep working, I do think we will be able to find them. I have hope and faith.
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I just don't want to think about how many more people might die before we figure something out.
[ he's been getting a crash course in grief these past few weeks - absolutely miserable experience, do not recommend. ]
We don't have a ton of time left, either. It's the fifth week already, isn't it? And I keep looking around, but I haven't found anything useful.