Do you suppose I'd like it more or less than turning to stone? Do you know what it looks like? I do.
[Though mayhap he has a point, she considers at length. Synchrony with Raha had been...euphoric, in its fashion, and that had really only been the barest surface hint of what she assumes it could be. The joy he'd felt, seeing her again. The relief. The waves of it, how she'd felt them while all the while knowing they weren't really hers, and how that still didn't matter in the slightest.
Happiness. He'd been happy, and it'd worked. And maybe that means Ezar is right. How could something like that be good for them, if right now neither one of them is happy?]
...You liked falling. Before. From the building.
[He'd laughed, hadn't he...? And slowly, almost thoughtfully, she drags her arm out of his hold and turns her hand palm-up in offering.]
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[Though mayhap he has a point, she considers at length. Synchrony with Raha had been...euphoric, in its fashion, and that had really only been the barest surface hint of what she assumes it could be. The joy he'd felt, seeing her again. The relief. The waves of it, how she'd felt them while all the while knowing they weren't really hers, and how that still didn't matter in the slightest.
Happiness. He'd been happy, and it'd worked. And maybe that means Ezar is right. How could something like that be good for them, if right now neither one of them is happy?]
...You liked falling. Before. From the building.
[He'd laughed, hadn't he...? And slowly, almost thoughtfully, she drags her arm out of his hold and turns her hand palm-up in offering.]
Show me how it felt.