[ There is a deep, agonizing pain that he feels when she says she would call him a 'fool'. For in the eyes of someone who had demanded his blessing, he wishes to be someone she cannot slander in return — his actions have become injuries that she carries upon her heart and against her honor, and in return, she leverages injuries of her own against his being, too. Perhaps they are destined to always hurt one another, as he has found that no relationship that includes him is without pain. There is something more than pain to them, but pain persists nonetheless; because, in the end, he is evil.
And even evil listens to her, as she tells him that though she would not have approved of his work, she would have supported him. As he would support her, and has supported her efforts. Standing aside when she lunged for Sebastian Michaelis, not speaking ill of her when she slew her own allies to prevent a complete loss ( because truthfully, the corruption of soul that had happened was disturbing to him, too — and he was busy forming lasting impressions, deep scars ) and asking her to adapt.
To become stronger, by adapting. Not changing herself until she was someone new, but adapting her ways so that no one could ever disturb her footing. ]
— I would have told you that I had ensured my return, because I would have had something of value that the man I partnered with could not resist obtaining. That I was not making my decision without having considered every angle.
[ His mouth thins, as he reaches up to touch her collarbone. To cradle the side of her neck and draw her down to him, to hopefully be able to press his forehead to hers. Shamelessly seeking to hold her to him, as he closes his eyes. ]
I would have told you where to find me, even if I still could not take you directly to the place — and I would have accepted you to be nearby, I think.
[ A sigh escapes him. He must tell her the truth, and perhaps she will understand why she, of all people, could not have been there. Because once he died, how could he guarantee the man's safety? His continued efforts would not be stopped, without someone to assure Hayame that their work was more important than Set's permanent destruction. That he could not ask his warrior to stay her hand, nor would he ever, because her violence sustained him and the chaos she wrought through her focused slaughter was —
it empowered him. ]
I was working with John Gaius. You do not very much like him, as I recall.
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And even evil listens to her, as she tells him that though she would not have approved of his work, she would have supported him. As he would support her, and has supported her efforts. Standing aside when she lunged for Sebastian Michaelis, not speaking ill of her when she slew her own allies to prevent a complete loss ( because truthfully, the corruption of soul that had happened was disturbing to him, too — and he was busy forming lasting impressions, deep scars ) and asking her to adapt.
To become stronger, by adapting. Not changing herself until she was someone new, but adapting her ways so that no one could ever disturb her footing. ]
— I would have told you that I had ensured my return, because I would have had something of value that the man I partnered with could not resist obtaining. That I was not making my decision without having considered every angle.
[ His mouth thins, as he reaches up to touch her collarbone. To cradle the side of her neck and draw her down to him, to hopefully be able to press his forehead to hers. Shamelessly seeking to hold her to him, as he closes his eyes. ]
I would have told you where to find me, even if I still could not take you directly to the place — and I would have accepted you to be nearby, I think.
[ A sigh escapes him. He must tell her the truth, and perhaps she will understand why she, of all people, could not have been there. Because once he died, how could he guarantee the man's safety? His continued efforts would not be stopped, without someone to assure Hayame that their work was more important than Set's permanent destruction. That he could not ask his warrior to stay her hand, nor would he ever, because her violence sustained him and the chaos she wrought through her focused slaughter was —
it empowered him. ]
I was working with John Gaius. You do not very much like him, as I recall.