[ He gives her a look that communicates eloquently, of course he knows what that looks like, he's been a soldier for ten years and he's seen a lot of shit.
Then she's offering her hand and... he wants to take it, a sudden hunger sharper than his need for manna. It was so much easier before this place, when he'd been alone with no recourse. Every time he has to refuse this step, it's more difficult, his will wearing away to nothing.
His expression shifts, not anger or annoyance or frustration, but sadness and... exhaustion. ]
Please don't do this.
[ With his defenses stripped away, he's nothing at all. ]
no subject
Then she's offering her hand and... he wants to take it, a sudden hunger sharper than his need for manna. It was so much easier before this place, when he'd been alone with no recourse. Every time he has to refuse this step, it's more difficult, his will wearing away to nothing.
His expression shifts, not anger or annoyance or frustration, but sadness and... exhaustion. ]
Please don't do this.
[ With his defenses stripped away, he's nothing at all. ]