[ The question sounds a little hollow. He isn't sure if he will be. It's funny to think that way, of course.
Shame isn't what drives him to look away but a fondness for the past. His eyes drift up toward a corner of the room - all of them fought to ensure the land would be safe; that the people would have a chance for change; and that they could move forward positively without ignoring the sins and missteps of before.
Look forward with clear eyes and not cover up the past with sweet excuses.
So, it should be easy to agree to repairing and rebuilding Halia. It should be a matter where he need only smile and say, "Yes."
His eyebrows lift as he turns to look back at Will. His jaw bunches at the comment that he's not made of glass. He nods - the way the people talked about his father was more than unkind. But wasn't it also true? He disliked the memories that the former king showed his son.
It felt like mountains of excuses. It felt like just offering a bandaid for being unable to stop what has happened. "I'm sorry, but--" That isn't something someone who is responsible for thousands of lives should say. It's not an apology that he should give his son who is forced to put his life on the line to solve. ]
Yes... to say that it is only unkind things is putting it lightly.
[ Will has suffered a lot and Strohl had wanted to do what he could to ensure that his suffering would be minimal from here on out. Yet it seems like he treats him like he's a precious item versus a precious friend. ]
It's been a while since we've seen it together, hasn't it?
[ An idle question to what has been said. ]
You're the only one I've brought to see Halia. ] He blinks and dips his head down; like he's confessed something he shouldn't have. ] It's a precious place that I hold in my heart.
[ His mouth closes and opens: ]
We've always gone to it by way of carriage. It isn't that I don't want the others to see it, but it's important to me that -- [ He runs his hand through his hair, scratching at it furiously. ] -- the words are there, but I'm stumbling over them.
[ After a second, he says: ] Perhaps, it's the atmosphere. The scenery that causes me to babble incoherently. So... do you want to? We'll get into trouble and it's unbecoming of your general to ask, but as your friend...
[ He tips his chin up. ] ... shall we sneak away to see Halia?
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Date: 2024-12-01 06:42 pm (UTC)[ The question sounds a little hollow. He isn't sure if he will be. It's funny to think that way, of course.
Shame isn't what drives him to look away but a fondness for the past. His eyes drift up toward a corner of the room - all of them fought to ensure the land would be safe; that the people would have a chance for change; and that they could move forward positively without ignoring the sins and missteps of before.
Look forward with clear eyes and not cover up the past with sweet excuses.
So, it should be easy to agree to repairing and rebuilding Halia. It should be a matter where he need only smile and say, "Yes."
His eyebrows lift as he turns to look back at Will. His jaw bunches at the comment that he's not made of glass. He nods - the way the people talked about his father was more than unkind. But wasn't it also true? He disliked the memories that the former king showed his son.
It felt like mountains of excuses. It felt like just offering a bandaid for being unable to stop what has happened. "I'm sorry, but--" That isn't something someone who is responsible for thousands of lives should say. It's not an apology that he should give his son who is forced to put his life on the line to solve. ]
Yes... to say that it is only unkind things is putting it lightly.
[ Will has suffered a lot and Strohl had wanted to do what he could to ensure that his suffering would be minimal from here on out. Yet it seems like he treats him like he's a precious item versus a precious friend. ]
It's been a while since we've seen it together, hasn't it?
[ An idle question to what has been said. ]
You're the only one I've brought to see Halia. ] He blinks and dips his head down; like he's confessed something he shouldn't have. ] It's a precious place that I hold in my heart.
[ His mouth closes and opens: ]
We've always gone to it by way of carriage. It isn't that I don't want the others to see it, but it's important to me that -- [ He runs his hand through his hair, scratching at it furiously. ] -- the words are there, but I'm stumbling over them.
[ After a second, he says: ] Perhaps, it's the atmosphere. The scenery that causes me to babble incoherently. So... do you want to? We'll get into trouble and it's unbecoming of your general to ask, but as your friend...
[ He tips his chin up. ] ... shall we sneak away to see Halia?