[Her plea is enough to make Estinien, as lost as he is within the Sanctifier, genuinely hesitate. Her open desperation, her 'selfish' demands at the expense of all else... it's not a feeling of judgment he experiences. Instead, it's the sensation of realizing that you are someone's selfish want, that him staying alive is something she would beg for so adamantly despite having been committed to ideals of glorious death in battle.
He's a fool to be surprised by this. Every time, he's assumed her colder than she is, unwilling to insert himself into her priorities in a way that seemed presumptuous. To see her now, though, crying out for him as the battle turns...]
Hayame...
[He wants to take her hand, to leave this place, to know more of the woman inside of the warrior. He craves to give her what she wants, if only to see another rare smile, and to know there was hope for her yet.
He doesn't end up having the time to react. Instead, a second wave of the Regent's power tears through him, carving his chest from the inside out. Any words he might have had for her are lost in his agonized roar. Soon, he will have nothing left to give at all.]
no subject
He's a fool to be surprised by this. Every time, he's assumed her colder than she is, unwilling to insert himself into her priorities in a way that seemed presumptuous. To see her now, though, crying out for him as the battle turns...]
Hayame...
[He wants to take her hand, to leave this place, to know more of the woman inside of the warrior. He craves to give her what she wants, if only to see another rare smile, and to know there was hope for her yet.
He doesn't end up having the time to react. Instead, a second wave of the Regent's power tears through him, carving his chest from the inside out. Any words he might have had for her are lost in his agonized roar. Soon, he will have nothing left to give at all.]