[He keeps expecting some kind of angry dismissal, to be told to leave and to get away from her, but it doesn't come. Instead, she's crying in earnest, seeming to retreat into herself, and he steps closer, this time finding the courage to touch her shoulder, as if to coax her into an embrace in the same way she clutches his shard close to her.
Yet something gives him pause. The way she hugs his soul to her chest is paradoxically warm and chilling: with a jolt of realisation, he can feel that shard, so close to his own, and he's familiar enough with seeing him around in Meridian communions to know that it's Liem. He doesn't turn away from her in disgust, though.]
What happened?
[He's in no position to judge. He's commanded wars; armies have fought and died by his hand, and nations have fallen. One life, even the life of an ally, isn't something he can condemn with any moral high ground. But, he does want to know why she did it.]
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Yet something gives him pause. The way she hugs his soul to her chest is paradoxically warm and chilling: with a jolt of realisation, he can feel that shard, so close to his own, and he's familiar enough with seeing him around in Meridian communions to know that it's Liem. He doesn't turn away from her in disgust, though.]
What happened?
[He's in no position to judge. He's commanded wars; armies have fought and died by his hand, and nations have fallen. One life, even the life of an ally, isn't something he can condemn with any moral high ground. But, he does want to know why she did it.]