[ Kaspar's stare is returned with equal intensity, yellow eyes piercing in the darkness. Trahearne's look, however, is one of analysis, of study. What goes on in Kaspar's head, what drives him still remains much of a mystery to Trahearne. Regardless, though, he feels comforted by the look, warmth from both his gaze and his hands seeping through him like moonlight.
The reassurance comes as a surprise. He does exist here. He is alive here. That is not nothing. The worry across his face eases when he hears that, and he offers Kaspar a slow blink. ]
I do. And it is.
[ But everything--all the circumstances that led to this very moment--came at such a high price. Is it okay for him to live in peace farming, pursuing the one person he had resigned himself to never pursuing at all due to duty, when it came at the cost of thousands of Pact soldier and sylvari lives? Why does he get this, and they don't?
Distress settles over Trahearne's countenance again; a quiet storm of doubts roil in his chest. His hold on Kaspar tightens ever so slightly, as though seeking forgiveness for the wrong he is inevitably creating by simply being here. And his head dips again, this time burying himself in the crook of Kaspar's neck. ]
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The reassurance comes as a surprise. He does exist here. He is alive here. That is not nothing. The worry across his face eases when he hears that, and he offers Kaspar a slow blink. ]
I do. And it is.
[ But everything--all the circumstances that led to this very moment--came at such a high price. Is it okay for him to live in peace farming, pursuing the one person he had resigned himself to never pursuing at all due to duty, when it came at the cost of thousands of Pact soldier and sylvari lives? Why does he get this, and they don't?
Distress settles over Trahearne's countenance again; a quiet storm of doubts roil in his chest. His hold on Kaspar tightens ever so slightly, as though seeking forgiveness for the wrong he is inevitably creating by simply being here. And his head dips again, this time burying himself in the crook of Kaspar's neck. ]