[ That he doesn’t tense further but seems to relax further assuages her concern of answering his question. That’s one thing that’s good— if anything about this can be described as good.
How does she feel...?
Their fates will ensure the future. This is what matters, ultimately.
...But in the now, this is not all that matters.
She turns her head, looking at his profile. He’s asking her this, when it’s the both of them that are suffering for seeing their future— and will suffer. It is that anguish in the present for which she worries. How can she not? Each time she speaks with Ardyn, she’s reminded of how much he hurts. It eclipses all else. ]
The both of you... I worry for you. What was show was... awful.
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How does she feel...?
Their fates will ensure the future. This is what matters, ultimately.
...But in the now, this is not all that matters.
She turns her head, looking at his profile. He’s asking her this, when it’s the both of them that are suffering for seeing their future— and will suffer. It is that anguish in the present for which she worries. How can she not? Each time she speaks with Ardyn, she’s reminded of how much he hurts. It eclipses all else. ]
The both of you... I worry for you. What was show was... awful.