[ Trahearne purses his lips as his brow furrows further.
...He still doesn't know how to address this. ]
Then I hope you were planning on telling me at some point.
[ Because one--that's strange that he literally blinked and seven years had passed for Syrlya, and two--seven years is a long time. He can't imagine all the things he'd gone through in the meanwhile. A tiny fear deep inside of him tells him that the world has marched on without him, that the world and Syrlya could have very well forgotten about him up until this moment.
How could he have known? He wishes he found out from Syrlya himself and not an impersonal stack of papers. ]
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...He still doesn't know how to address this. ]
Then I hope you were planning on telling me at some point.
[ Because one--that's strange that he literally blinked and seven years had passed for Syrlya, and two--seven years is a long time. He can't imagine all the things he'd gone through in the meanwhile. A tiny fear deep inside of him tells him that the world has marched on without him, that the world and Syrlya could have very well forgotten about him up until this moment.
How could he have known? He wishes he found out from Syrlya himself and not an impersonal stack of papers. ]