the abrupt pressure as she folds her arms around him, all but burying herself into his chest in seek of comfort and reassurance takes him by surprise. it breaks his heart and warms it in equal measure, and Abel finds himself gently enveloping her much smaller frame in an almost protective embrace in return, softly and loosely smoothing fingers through her hair. she has been left wanting, left lonely. he can feel that ache as if it were his own.
and what she says next does little to dissuade him of the notion that something inside of her has been thoroughly broken for a long, long time. the hole that had been dug out of her in the face of her loss had been deepened into a cavernous maw, and the only thing that filled it was the purpose he sees shining in her eyes as she draws back from him--
justice; fairness. 'kindness' in a world that is bereft of the suffering she endured. how can he argue that such a place would be wonderful...? it is something he had yearned for a long... long time, yet something he believed completely out of reach. if the Regent had come to him and made him the offer the Kenoma whispered in Abel's ear back then...
he doesn't think he would have been able to deny it.
and Misa had not denied it for that very same reason, now.
Abel looks... grim. he permits her to withdraw just a bit, but his hand inevitably ends up trailing from her hair to her cheek, cradling it to ensure their eyes meet; there is a grief for her pain lingering amongst a somberness that is uncharacteristic of him. what she's said has struck a chord, and it isn't a happy one. ]
Wanting that sort of world... it isn't wrong, Misa.
[ it never was. from that day in the cavern to this one where they stand together, side-by-side as "enemies," that hasn't changed for him. ]
But what you would sacrifice in the name of achieving it... what you would lose of yourself in the process-- what it asks of you...
...You've lost enough. I don't want to see you lose anything else so precious.
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the abrupt pressure as she folds her arms around him, all but burying herself into his chest in seek of comfort and reassurance takes him by surprise. it breaks his heart and warms it in equal measure, and Abel finds himself gently enveloping her much smaller frame in an almost protective embrace in return, softly and loosely smoothing fingers through her hair. she has been left wanting, left lonely. he can feel that ache as if it were his own.
and what she says next does little to dissuade him of the notion that something inside of her has been thoroughly broken for a long, long time. the hole that had been dug out of her in the face of her loss had been deepened into a cavernous maw, and the only thing that filled it was the purpose he sees shining in her eyes as she draws back from him--
justice; fairness. 'kindness' in a world that is bereft of the suffering she endured. how can he argue that such a place would be wonderful...? it is something he had yearned for a long... long time, yet something he believed completely out of reach. if the Regent had come to him and made him the offer the Kenoma whispered in Abel's ear back then...
he doesn't think he would have been able to deny it.
and Misa had not denied it for that very same reason, now.
Abel looks... grim. he permits her to withdraw just a bit, but his hand inevitably ends up trailing from her hair to her cheek, cradling it to ensure their eyes meet; there is a grief for her pain lingering amongst a somberness that is uncharacteristic of him. what she's said has struck a chord, and it isn't a happy one. ]
Wanting that sort of world... it isn't wrong, Misa.
[ it never was. from that day in the cavern to this one where they stand together, side-by-side as "enemies," that hasn't changed for him. ]
But what you would sacrifice in the name of achieving it... what you would lose of yourself in the process-- what it asks of you...
...You've lost enough. I don't want to see you lose anything else so precious.