He's not stilling nor pausing as she presses a kiss against his cheek. As she's squeezing his hand, just a little bit tighter. Once, this kind of proximity would have been foreign to him. Now, from what he can remember, he knows why it is sought. Why others search for it. The way she leans against him, almost familiar. Almost known. Buried, beneath the lack of clarity. Beneath what memories he still cannot call back. Still cannot touch upon.
But, he is feeling her speak before he is hearing her. Feeling the way she shapes her syllables. The weight of her words. Soft, and not.
He had known fate, once. Years back, and though he cannot seem to truly remember what it was he was chained to, bound to - he had defied it. He had ignored it. Disobeyed what he had come to do. What he had been elected for. And even so, it is a thought that keeps silent. Keeps quiet. Even as he's gently returning her grip on his hand. Glancing to her, though his vision is filled with the red of her hair. For a moment, before it is clearing. Sharpening. His voice, almost too soft, when he finally speaks.
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But, he is feeling her speak before he is hearing her. Feeling the way she shapes her syllables. The weight of her words. Soft, and not.
He had known fate, once. Years back, and though he cannot seem to truly remember what it was he was chained to, bound to - he had defied it. He had ignored it. Disobeyed what he had come to do. What he had been elected for. And even so, it is a thought that keeps silent. Keeps quiet. Even as he's gently returning her grip on his hand. Glancing to her, though his vision is filled with the red of her hair. For a moment, before it is clearing. Sharpening. His voice, almost too soft, when he finally speaks.
"Likewise."