[ Pyra looks up-- out, towards the imagined horizon of the realm-- but not actually searching for anything beyond. What she has, she has right here, before she ever knew she could ever want for anything. Him, his care, the ability to read her so well, to understand, to accept. How easily he tells her wants when she has such difficulty speaking them, when she feels she cannot. A part of her feels foolish in the face of how effortlessness he makes it sound to speak those desires.
As it were, she wants a lot of things. She wants others to be safe, she wants this world to be saved, she wants his world to know the light, she wants her world to last-- and by the Architect, she wants him to live. She wants to live, too. She wants them to stay together, to have what they have and continue to have it for as long as either of them want it....
One want duels with the other: her existing and the world remaining. She cannot have both, and she has chosen the latter. But she can have this, can't she be stronger for him, to say it? She wants to be stronger for him. Inspiring, brave, she can call him all those things, but she needs to finally be brave, act on that inspiration.
Her vision mists, and she bows her head, drawing a breath. She tears not for sorrow for herself, but this time in gratefulness. How lucky is she, to have someone as understanding as him next to her....
Her hand reaches of his, finding it without looking, and she closes her eyes. ]
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As it were, she wants a lot of things. She wants others to be safe, she wants this world to be saved, she wants his world to know the light, she wants her world to last-- and by the Architect, she wants him to live. She wants to live, too. She wants them to stay together, to have what they have and continue to have it for as long as either of them want it....
One want duels with the other: her existing and the world remaining. She cannot have both, and she has chosen the latter. But she can have this, can't she be stronger for him, to say it? She wants to be stronger for him. Inspiring, brave, she can call him all those things, but she needs to finally be brave, act on that inspiration.
Her vision mists, and she bows her head, drawing a breath. She tears not for sorrow for herself, but this time in gratefulness. How lucky is she, to have someone as understanding as him next to her....
Her hand reaches of his, finding it without looking, and she closes her eyes. ]
Yes.
All of that.... yes.