[ to share a Legacy with someone whose pain echoes closely with things Abel likes to believe he keeps buried under lock and key is a double-edged sword; he knows this pain helps him relate to Rand, to Dokja, to Ciel; he knows each of them has something sick inside of them. grief; pain. loss. burdens they hadn't asked for but carried all the same. compassion for others despite it that made it all the harder to keep putting one foot before the next, worried about the consequences they'd end up visiting upon those who grew close to them - but compelled to reach out all the same.
this... hurts. this hurts. to feel the ache of someone else's love through their empathic bond elicits a twist of grief and longing that takes Abel by surprise - and his expression briefly falters.
...Abel remembers the woman whose voice this belongs to. remembers a pair of star-crossed lovers exchanging affections in the hall of a building he hadn't recognized, but knew all the same from Rand's memories. and he can recognize this feeling of resignation and bitter acceptance that comes with the realization that Rand had given it up, given her up, of his own volition.
perhaps the priest's warning comes too late to avoid damaging the relationships Rand had fostered at home. maybe it's just in time to stop him from repeating history here in Horos. but... even things that have been roughed up, banged up, can be repaired. it isn't too late - here or there. it isn't too late.
he rises from the chair, slowly. ]
...You should get some rest, alright?
[ he isn't leaving, but... he can see Rand is exhausted in more ways than one. maybe it's time for some real rest. ]
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this... hurts. this hurts. to feel the ache of someone else's love through their empathic bond elicits a twist of grief and longing that takes Abel by surprise - and his expression briefly falters.
...Abel remembers the woman whose voice this belongs to. remembers a pair of star-crossed lovers exchanging affections in the hall of a building he hadn't recognized, but knew all the same from Rand's memories. and he can recognize this feeling of resignation and bitter acceptance that comes with the realization that Rand had given it up, given her up, of his own volition.
perhaps the priest's warning comes too late to avoid damaging the relationships Rand had fostered at home. maybe it's just in time to stop him from repeating history here in Horos. but... even things that have been roughed up, banged up, can be repaired. it isn't too late - here or there. it isn't too late.
he rises from the chair, slowly. ]
...You should get some rest, alright?
[ he isn't leaving, but... he can see Rand is exhausted in more ways than one. maybe it's time for some real rest. ]