What was his end game plan? What had he spent all of this time running away from her for? What had any of it actually accomplished? So much time had been wasted on contemplation and worry, on wandering down each path within his mind and picking it apart until it was twisted and unrecognizable. So much time spent denying, spent pushing his own feelings aside in the name of protection, in the name of keeping a promise.
A promise that had been broken over and over and over again.
A promise that had been renewed and changed, molded into something different and better and stronger. A promise held by both of them.
Her life meant more than his own. Her well being, her happiness, her everything meant more to him than everything he was and everything he would ever be. Perhaps it had been the terrifying encounter with the creatures who haunted this prison they had found themselves in, or the memories that had come bubbling to the surface in the moments after that had finally shocked him into stopping, into allowing his mind to clear and those questions to stop chasing after answers he knew he would never find. Perhaps it was waking up alone, without her at his side that had finally provided him with the clarity needed to match those fragmented thoughts together.]
That's a good answer. Guess we'll have to wait until I see her again.
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What was his end game plan? What had he spent all of this time running away from her for? What had any of it actually accomplished? So much time had been wasted on contemplation and worry, on wandering down each path within his mind and picking it apart until it was twisted and unrecognizable. So much time spent denying, spent pushing his own feelings aside in the name of protection, in the name of keeping a promise.
A promise that had been broken over and over and over again.
A promise that had been renewed and changed, molded into something different and better and stronger. A promise held by both of them.
Her life meant more than his own. Her well being, her happiness, her everything meant more to him than everything he was and everything he would ever be. Perhaps it had been the terrifying encounter with the creatures who haunted this prison they had found themselves in, or the memories that had come bubbling to the surface in the moments after that had finally shocked him into stopping, into allowing his mind to clear and those questions to stop chasing after answers he knew he would never find. Perhaps it was waking up alone, without her at his side that had finally provided him with the clarity needed to match those fragmented thoughts together.]
That's a good answer. Guess we'll have to wait until I see her again.