( Mishka is quiet, for a time - in thought. Of all things Syrlya has said, and he has heard, this, at least, seems to settle with some impact, like silt upon the swamp floor.
It sits heavy in his stomach. )
... Thank you, for being there for him where I cannot.
( And it was always going to be someone else. He had known that; accepted that; and yet, it is a bitter thing, that it could not ever be him.
He turns his gaze more clearly toward Syrlya. )
... Is this what you wish you had with Trahearne? Closure?
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It sits heavy in his stomach. )
... Thank you, for being there for him where I cannot.
( And it was always going to be someone else. He had known that; accepted that; and yet, it is a bitter thing, that it could not ever be him.
He turns his gaze more clearly toward Syrlya. )
... Is this what you wish you had with Trahearne? Closure?