these memories are always so intimately personal, and seeing the world through wang wu's eyes is no different. but there's something worse about it, to be made audience to a moment like this. the familiarity of it all.
roi was like his brother, but temenos knows how it feels to watch someone slip out of his hands. to see someone else's back, as they step out of your life. to have questions, to never know what could have happened, to lay there awake at night wondering if someone you love's body is rotting in a field somewhere, if he became food for some kind of monster, or maybe if he just forgot to come home. you never came home.
as the memory comes to an end, he stops walking. but it's just long enough to gently put his hand over hers on his arm, and squeeze, tight. ]
... I'm sorry.
[ quietly. i'm sorry, where it sounds like i understand. ]
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these memories are always so intimately personal, and seeing the world through wang wu's eyes is no different. but there's something worse about it, to be made audience to a moment like this. the familiarity of it all.
roi was like his brother, but temenos knows how it feels to watch someone slip out of his hands. to see someone else's back, as they step out of your life. to have questions, to never know what could have happened, to lay there awake at night wondering if someone you love's body is rotting in a field somewhere, if he became food for some kind of monster, or maybe if he just forgot to come home. you never came home.
as the memory comes to an end, he stops walking. but it's just long enough to gently put his hand over hers on his arm, and squeeze, tight. ]
... I'm sorry.
[ quietly. i'm sorry, where it sounds like i understand. ]