[ As Syrlya's eyes fall close, Trahearne's hold on him tightens as he makes his way towards the farm. He never wants to let him go.
He'll fight the goddess and creation itself to stay with him.
As they walk, Trahearne's lack of filter keeps him from staying quiet. He speaks of the things he spoke about with Ellis and Mishka--about how putting himself down is only an insult to Syrlya and all of the things they have both accomplished in their lifetimes. How their limited time should be an inspiration, not a roadblock to all the things they want to do together. How even if Trahearne is somehow unable to go back, that Syrlya deserves the joy of the short moments they get to share in peace. Not the regret of yet another missed opportunity.
He speaks of all of his favorite moments of Syrlya. Of when they defended For Trinity. Of when they cleansed Orr. Of how he watched Syrlya bloom into a hero of his own right. Of how much he treasures the scar across his chest.
He rambles on, and on. Long enough to last them the journey to the rural part of the island, where the open farms dot the landscape.
Trahearne moves his arm a bit to wake Syrlya from his slumber; he gazes down with unbridled affection. ]
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He'll fight the goddess and creation itself to stay with him.
As they walk, Trahearne's lack of filter keeps him from staying quiet. He speaks of the things he spoke about with Ellis and Mishka--about how putting himself down is only an insult to Syrlya and all of the things they have both accomplished in their lifetimes. How their limited time should be an inspiration, not a roadblock to all the things they want to do together. How even if Trahearne is somehow unable to go back, that Syrlya deserves the joy of the short moments they get to share in peace. Not the regret of yet another missed opportunity.
He speaks of all of his favorite moments of Syrlya. Of when they defended For Trinity. Of when they cleansed Orr. Of how he watched Syrlya bloom into a hero of his own right. Of how much he treasures the scar across his chest.
He rambles on, and on. Long enough to last them the journey to the rural part of the island, where the open farms dot the landscape.
Trahearne moves his arm a bit to wake Syrlya from his slumber; he gazes down with unbridled affection. ]
Syrlya.