[There's something incredibly tragic about that in a way that it would not have been before. Knowing what he knows now, of the sort of fate they're likely to share one day for the sake of their worlds... he doesn't like it. She should be able to live for so much longer, if that's how she feels. They feel. They should live for years and years and discover everything there is to know about the world, about themselves. To hear that life feels short, to know it could be shorter if she goes back and does what she'd intended... gods. Fate sucks.
Pursing his lips, he glances sidelong at her.]
What made it start?
[What changed? Was it arriving in Havenwell? Finding a family for herself, friends? Or did life feel much shorter in a place like this? He could imagine losing a sense of time here. In that singular way, their crystals aren't so different.]
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Pursing his lips, he glances sidelong at her.]
What made it start?
[What changed? Was it arriving in Havenwell? Finding a family for herself, friends? Or did life feel much shorter in a place like this? He could imagine losing a sense of time here. In that singular way, their crystals aren't so different.]