[ For each step that Abel takes backwards, Eustace takes one forward, maintaining but not closing the gap between them. A sign of his reluctance that Abel has so correctly identified, though it no longer matters. So what if he doesn't want to do this? He's spent what feels like a lifetime carrying out orders he doesn't agree with, gritting his teeth as he looks ahead to a nebulous future where all his crimes might one day be worth it for a chance at revenge.
Now is no different, at least not in the immediate sense.
But that doesn't mean he can turn off his heart, not completely. His eyes betray the unhappiness he feels right at this moment - maybe some of the world does need to burn but Abel surely doesn't - and he sheathes one of his daggers, murmuring a single soft word: ]
Sorry.
[ That's all Abel gets before Eustace lunges forward, one shoulder tilted slightly forward so he can try and knock Abel off his feet. ]
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Now is no different, at least not in the immediate sense.
But that doesn't mean he can turn off his heart, not completely. His eyes betray the unhappiness he feels right at this moment - maybe some of the world does need to burn but Abel surely doesn't - and he sheathes one of his daggers, murmuring a single soft word: ]
Sorry.
[ That's all Abel gets before Eustace lunges forward, one shoulder tilted slightly forward so he can try and knock Abel off his feet. ]