[ Trahearne stops when his hand is grabbed, and his gaze slowly lowers to look at Syrlya.
Hearing him say I love you will always have a special sort of power over him; if he had a heart, it would have skipped a beat.
His tone, though, startles him a little. ]
I love you, too, Syrlya. [ There's something about his tone, his demeanor, that does not bode well in his mind. He frowns.
But he squeezes his hand, a sign of reassurance, and, in a way, trust. ]
I just--I just wanted to tell you where I'm coming from. Even though I realise it's irrational. And that I have no reason to have ever let these doubts consume me.
[ He purses his lips. ]
Please don't hurt yourself, or Adelis. I don't want that.
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Hearing him say I love you will always have a special sort of power over him; if he had a heart, it would have skipped a beat.
His tone, though, startles him a little. ]
I love you, too, Syrlya. [ There's something about his tone, his demeanor, that does not bode well in his mind. He frowns.
But he squeezes his hand, a sign of reassurance, and, in a way, trust. ]
I just--I just wanted to tell you where I'm coming from. Even though I realise it's irrational. And that I have no reason to have ever let these doubts consume me.
[ He purses his lips. ]
Please don't hurt yourself, or Adelis. I don't want that.