[ He matches scowl for scowl, folding his arms, eyes narrowed. ] And it was never my intention to lay down in a grave with it. It was never my intention to lay down in a grave at all. I want to go back to her.
[ And he knows he can't, and its the first time he's really spoken out loud about it — that even though the fight is over and won, even though he's defeated Ultima and gave the world back to it's people, even though everything he's worked so hard to achieve has finally come to fruition — he won't be there to see it. He could feel it in the moments before someone pulled him out of that pool, the power too much for his body to handle, with one last Mothercrystal to go. His anger wavers, fingers digging into his own arms, an ache blooming in his chest that he really only feels at night when she's asleep and he's watching her, memorizing her. ] Joshua is lost to me, the Bearers will be free, and I want to take her away from the Twins. I want to take her to where she can spread her wings and live, free of the weight our world thrust on her.
[ It's his turn to turn away, crouching down to where Torgal is pressing his nose to Clive's calf, resting his forehead on the wolf's snout. ]
I wanted something better, too. [ The anger has left him, and all that's left is that ache. ] But if it has to be me or the world, then I'll choose the world every time.
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[ He matches scowl for scowl, folding his arms, eyes narrowed. ] And it was never my intention to lay down in a grave with it. It was never my intention to lay down in a grave at all. I want to go back to her.
[ And he knows he can't, and its the first time he's really spoken out loud about it — that even though the fight is over and won, even though he's defeated Ultima and gave the world back to it's people, even though everything he's worked so hard to achieve has finally come to fruition — he won't be there to see it. He could feel it in the moments before someone pulled him out of that pool, the power too much for his body to handle, with one last Mothercrystal to go. His anger wavers, fingers digging into his own arms, an ache blooming in his chest that he really only feels at night when she's asleep and he's watching her, memorizing her. ] Joshua is lost to me, the Bearers will be free, and I want to take her away from the Twins. I want to take her to where she can spread her wings and live, free of the weight our world thrust on her.
[ It's his turn to turn away, crouching down to where Torgal is pressing his nose to Clive's calf, resting his forehead on the wolf's snout. ]
I wanted something better, too. [ The anger has left him, and all that's left is that ache. ] But if it has to be me or the world, then I'll choose the world every time.