[the biggest problem leon has right now is that he's fighting a futile battle. stahn's head is thick, and he's too determined to make leon understand these things.]
Stop trying to run away, Leon! [he always does this. whenever leon can't handle the conversation—whenever he's flustered or upset—he looks for an out. he tries to have the last word, the last bit of satisfaction, like there's some kind of reward for "winning" the argument. it was always like that, right to the very end.
he can't let that happen now. because even if leon is scolding him so saying her name, there's more about marian leon absolutely needs to hear. he needs to know this thing that he would never get to see on his own otherwise.
and maybe, just maybe, what he has to say would have some kind of impact on leon. maybe then he could start to see how much they all care, how much they're all grieving because of his sacrifice. so shaky legs or not, he won't get the chance to walk away; without getting up, stahn reaches his arm out and grasps at leon's wrist from where he sits.]
We got her back. She's safe. [it's so important. it's so, so important he knows that they did the one thing leon tried so hard for. what he ended up throwing everything away for.
he needs to know they did it. he needs to know they have no intent of letting him down, even after his death. he needs to know that the impact is something that will always be felt, no matter how much leon wants to deny it or run away from it.]
And she said... [for this, his head drops. stahn can't seem to look at leon while he says these words, for some reason. and a lot of that angry fire fizzles out in despair. it's just so damn sad, even if he understood her reasons and couldn't even dream of deterring her from them.] She was going back home to wait for you.
[stahn's hand drops down, almost listlessly. maybe leon won't take it well; maybe he'll yell and refuse to see stahn's point. maybe he'll stomp off alone and leave stahn there with dymlos to stew in these darker thoughts he tries so hard to push back.
but he can't not say anything. he can't leave leon in the dark about what's going on, and he can't pretend that things are different. he won't act as if anyone is okay with the fact that he died, and he won't give up on the hope that they're being afforded a chance to right all of the wrongs that never should have been.]
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Stop trying to run away, Leon! [he always does this. whenever leon can't handle the conversation—whenever he's flustered or upset—he looks for an out. he tries to have the last word, the last bit of satisfaction, like there's some kind of reward for "winning" the argument. it was always like that, right to the very end.
he can't let that happen now. because even if leon is scolding him so saying her name, there's more about marian leon absolutely needs to hear. he needs to know this thing that he would never get to see on his own otherwise.
and maybe, just maybe, what he has to say would have some kind of impact on leon. maybe then he could start to see how much they all care, how much they're all grieving because of his sacrifice. so shaky legs or not, he won't get the chance to walk away; without getting up, stahn reaches his arm out and grasps at leon's wrist from where he sits.]
We got her back. She's safe. [it's so important. it's so, so important he knows that they did the one thing leon tried so hard for. what he ended up throwing everything away for.
he needs to know they did it. he needs to know they have no intent of letting him down, even after his death. he needs to know that the impact is something that will always be felt, no matter how much leon wants to deny it or run away from it.]
And she said... [for this, his head drops. stahn can't seem to look at leon while he says these words, for some reason. and a lot of that angry fire fizzles out in despair. it's just so damn sad, even if he understood her reasons and couldn't even dream of deterring her from them.] She was going back home to wait for you.
[stahn's hand drops down, almost listlessly. maybe leon won't take it well; maybe he'll yell and refuse to see stahn's point. maybe he'll stomp off alone and leave stahn there with dymlos to stew in these darker thoughts he tries so hard to push back.
but he can't not say anything. he can't leave leon in the dark about what's going on, and he can't pretend that things are different. he won't act as if anyone is okay with the fact that he died, and he won't give up on the hope that they're being afforded a chance to right all of the wrongs that never should have been.]