[ It sounds nice. Really nice. Part of Matt's heart can't help but lift at the prospect of going with him, at the thought of more time to talk and to get more perspectives. From another priest, even.
It's the other piece--the keeper of his new resolve, the purpose that lifted him up when he was crumbling--that draws back. Matt stumbles backward in two abrupt steps, as if he knows that if Abel takes his hand again, he'll go. Matt's breath catches in his throat. At once, the sword clatters to the ground. A glowing sphere springs up around him, its transparent gold shot through with tinges of ash. ]
You don't know that, [ he says. His eyes are still wide, but now there's something flinty in them--something like stubbornness. A wall. ] You don't know anything about me, actually.
[ Matt doesn't think that's true. That's the scary part. After a moment that feels like forever, but in reality only lasts a second, he says: ]
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It's the other piece--the keeper of his new resolve, the purpose that lifted him up when he was crumbling--that draws back. Matt stumbles backward in two abrupt steps, as if he knows that if Abel takes his hand again, he'll go. Matt's breath catches in his throat. At once, the sword clatters to the ground. A glowing sphere springs up around him, its transparent gold shot through with tinges of ash. ]
You don't know that, [ he says. His eyes are still wide, but now there's something flinty in them--something like stubbornness. A wall. ] You don't know anything about me, actually.
[ Matt doesn't think that's true. That's the scary part. After a moment that feels like forever, but in reality only lasts a second, he says: ]
I have to go.