[ There reaches a point where he can't ignore Dextera's presence anymore. Where the glint of light off a sharp blade poses enough of a threat that his footfalls slow, and then stop completely. But he doesn't let go of his captive just yet even if one hand drops down, fingers curling towards the daggers sheathed at his hip. ]
Turn around. Go back.
[ It's as much of a request as it is a firm demand, a last ditch plea for them to part ways once more, if not amicably then at least without bloodshed. In the end though, he knows it's a pointless demand. There's a resolve now, in both the shine of Dextera's eyes as well as the steady grip of his hands on his sword, that Eustace doesn't remember seeing before, and while a part of him is happy to know that Dextera's finally found some reason to cling onto, another part of him mourns the divide that will no doubt grow wider between them the more the months pass.
Truly, forming relationships brings nothing but pain. ]
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Turn around. Go back.
[ It's as much of a request as it is a firm demand, a last ditch plea for them to part ways once more, if not amicably then at least without bloodshed. In the end though, he knows it's a pointless demand. There's a resolve now, in both the shine of Dextera's eyes as well as the steady grip of his hands on his sword, that Eustace doesn't remember seeing before, and while a part of him is happy to know that Dextera's finally found some reason to cling onto, another part of him mourns the divide that will no doubt grow wider between them the more the months pass.
Truly, forming relationships brings nothing but pain. ]