Abel understands that there are some distances that words cannot bridge, some gaps that cannot be closed by pretty, fanciful words nor the very best of intentions. He had hoped Emet-Selch might be the sort of man who could see reason - value in the lives around him, and... it isn't as though he has given up on such an endeavor, either. This Kenoma is not the sort to burn the world to the ground for the sake of it. He has a heart that beats, longs, suffers, grieves, burns with an unbridled depth most could not fathom; one who feels so deeply cannot pretend he is incapable of learning to love anew, because love - and loss in that love's wake - is always the source of such passion. Abel truly believes that.
But it will be difficult. And it will take time.
So, until then...
...He stretches his hand outward.
"Please don't give up on me. Even if it can't be today, and even if it might not be all you hope for-- I will give you something worth your while."
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Abel understands that there are some distances that words cannot bridge, some gaps that cannot be closed by pretty, fanciful words nor the very best of intentions. He had hoped Emet-Selch might be the sort of man who could see reason - value in the lives around him, and... it isn't as though he has given up on such an endeavor, either. This Kenoma is not the sort to burn the world to the ground for the sake of it. He has a heart that beats, longs, suffers, grieves, burns with an unbridled depth most could not fathom; one who feels so deeply cannot pretend he is incapable of learning to love anew, because love - and loss in that love's wake - is always the source of such passion. Abel truly believes that.
But it will be difficult. And it will take time.
So, until then...
...He stretches his hand outward.
"Please don't give up on me. Even if it can't be today, and even if it might not be all you hope for-- I will give you something worth your while."