[ Mythra falls silent. The question comes at last. What does she say to it? She could answer him. She could not answer him.
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Her lips part as she draws a breath. To not tell him feels as if she's lying to him. Despite all that he's done, she cannot shake the thought that once she does tell him all, he'll want nothing to do with her. Is that irrational? Is it not? She tells herself she can trust him, yet fear rarely ever is rational.
This is the barrier through she must push through, on her end. He's come this far. She ought to meet him half-way, at least.
Her hand tighten in her lap. ] Sealed. Self-imposed, if you're wondering.
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Her lips part as she draws a breath. To not tell him feels as if she's lying to him. Despite all that he's done, she cannot shake the thought that once she does tell him all, he'll want nothing to do with her. Is that irrational? Is it not? She tells herself she can trust him, yet fear rarely ever is rational.
This is the barrier through she must push through, on her end. He's come this far. She ought to meet him half-way, at least.
Her hand tighten in her lap. ] Sealed. Self-imposed, if you're wondering.