[ he hopes she'll forgive him, but - he is letting the questions of Rome and the Vatican, about his profession go for now in the face of something much more important. he will be happy to circle back later, to let her pick his brain to her heart's content with time, but--
this... reluctance, the weight behind this pregnant pause of Himeka's, the way the silence is filled with a sort of unspoken plea and desire not to be forsaken -- it, honestly, breaks his heart.
she's frightened of judgment? she fears she's made some sort of grave error that is deserving of condemnation? he can't imagine what it could be; she is one of the kindest souls he has met in Horos thus far, knows the breadth of her compassion has no bounds -- but his brow has knit in soft worry as he waits, patiently, for her to manage to get it out. (i-is this what he sounds like? is this what it's like when he rambles, sometimes? he is beginning to self-reflect,) and once she does...
...oh, Himeka.
his hand lightly, gingerly, falls to her shoulder in some effort to impart support and reassurance. ]
You left... not knowing if you'd ever be able to go back.
[ she chose to leave what had constituted her whole world behind...?
the enormity of that decision isn't lost on him. even now, she clearly wonders if she had made the right choice - if she had made a mistake, if she has regrets. despite all she's gained, all she's seen, the friends she's made, the experiences both wondrous and painful she never would've known had she lingered--
it still sits like a rock in her chest. he can see it. ]
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this... reluctance, the weight behind this pregnant pause of Himeka's, the way the silence is filled with a sort of unspoken plea and desire not to be forsaken -- it, honestly, breaks his heart.
she's frightened of judgment? she fears she's made some sort of grave error that is deserving of condemnation? he can't imagine what it could be; she is one of the kindest souls he has met in Horos thus far, knows the breadth of her compassion has no bounds -- but his brow has knit in soft worry as he waits, patiently, for her to manage to get it out. (i-is this what he sounds like? is this what it's like when he rambles, sometimes? he is beginning to self-reflect,) and once she does...
...oh, Himeka.
his hand lightly, gingerly, falls to her shoulder in some effort to impart support and reassurance. ]
You left... not knowing if you'd ever be able to go back.
[ she chose to leave what had constituted her whole world behind...?
the enormity of that decision isn't lost on him. even now, she clearly wonders if she had made the right choice - if she had made a mistake, if she has regrets. despite all she's gained, all she's seen, the friends she's made, the experiences both wondrous and painful she never would've known had she lingered--
it still sits like a rock in her chest. he can see it. ]