[He shifts with her to press up close, winding his arms around her and cuddling in. While he may not feel so lost anymore, her presence is an anchor, and he wants to hold onto that security for a while until he's steady again. He suspects it'll be good for her, too; that can't have been pleasant to watch, any more than it was to experience firsthand. A hug is the least he can do for worrying her yet again.]
Yeah... [He can't really deny it. That is what was happening, wasn't it? He hadn't been given much of a chance to push back against them. Any time he tried, they pushed back infinitely harder, and he'd been vastly outnumbered.] I'll... have to think about it. What I want to do. I mean- it started out okay, didn't it? It was almost a good thing. I just couldn't handle much after that.
[The first memory had been... not happy, exactly, but impactful in a way that was difficult to describe. He'd felt the echo of their past and his own, the ripple of emotions that he'd felt once, that his father had felt. Like the memory wanted to share with him that other generations had struggled and still loved each other dearly. He didn't regret seeing that.
On the other hand, he certainly hadn't needed to be reminded that the Oracles had suffered and struggled over the years, and he'd had no need or desire to watch Luna die, even as a vague silhouette. The emotions had been real enough. Her willing sacrifice, her grief at what she was giving up, so that he could live on and save their home... he'll carry those, if he must, for her sake. But he hadn't needed to know for him to be willing to return that gift for the world.]
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Yeah... [He can't really deny it. That is what was happening, wasn't it? He hadn't been given much of a chance to push back against them. Any time he tried, they pushed back infinitely harder, and he'd been vastly outnumbered.] I'll... have to think about it. What I want to do. I mean- it started out okay, didn't it? It was almost a good thing. I just couldn't handle much after that.
[The first memory had been... not happy, exactly, but impactful in a way that was difficult to describe. He'd felt the echo of their past and his own, the ripple of emotions that he'd felt once, that his father had felt. Like the memory wanted to share with him that other generations had struggled and still loved each other dearly. He didn't regret seeing that.
On the other hand, he certainly hadn't needed to be reminded that the Oracles had suffered and struggled over the years, and he'd had no need or desire to watch Luna die, even as a vague silhouette. The emotions had been real enough. Her willing sacrifice, her grief at what she was giving up, so that he could live on and save their home... he'll carry those, if he must, for her sake. But he hadn't needed to know for him to be willing to return that gift for the world.]