[he agreement comes in the form a weak, quiet hum. he too only barely lifts his head, just enough to get a peek; the hostile energy that filled the room has been replaced by the deep feelings of hurt and sadness they both have over this situation. it's hard to tell whether it's better or worse, but it's clear that neither of them has the energy to be at one another's throats right now.
it feels like for the first time since they found each other once again, leon has a real understand of what he's been trying to do all along.]
I reached my hand out, remember? I never wanted to fight you... I just wanted you to leave with us. I wanted to help you however I could. I wanted you to fight with us. [that's what everyone wanted.
but that isn't what they got, which is why stahn's head dips again. because it's painful to remember that despite those attempts, he was a second too late. and for all the things that leon was to blame for, the fact that stahn couldn't get through to leon sooner, or be there in darilsheid to try and stop him from making those bad decisions to start with... he still feels guilty about it.
leon deserved better than what he got.
he deserved better than being strung along by hugo.
he deserved better than having to resort to desperate measures to try and save marian.
he deserved better than giving up his own life to save them.
why couldn't he have reached out earlier? why couldn't he have stopped things from getting out of hand before it was too late? why was that a decision leon even had to make in the first place? he never should have had to. that never should have been on the table.]
You're... my best friend, Leon. Even after everything, nothing will change that. [because despite that, he feels this way. leon still was an admirable person who would use all of his resources to protect what mattered. he was still a prodigal swordsman, and seinegald's youngest night. he was still an impressive swordian master. he was still someone who saved stahn's life on more than one occasion, and never demanded so much as a "thank you" for it. he was someone stahn trusted with his thoughts and wondering, someone he could seek out when he needed a dose of reality, and someone that could teach him a lot about the world despite his young age.
but until now, he's never had the chance to tell leon that. not that his feelings won't change, and not that he's no longer just an important friend, but far and away the most important and most treasured one. here and now, he can finally say the same thought he conveyed to marian after they'd saved her.
leon is his best friend. death, fights, ceres' influence—that's not changing it. so he just wants leon to understand this. no matter how hard he tries to deny stahn, or how hard he tries to fight it, stahn is never going to give up on him. not ever.]
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[he agreement comes in the form a weak, quiet hum. he too only barely lifts his head, just enough to get a peek; the hostile energy that filled the room has been replaced by the deep feelings of hurt and sadness they both have over this situation. it's hard to tell whether it's better or worse, but it's clear that neither of them has the energy to be at one another's throats right now.
it feels like for the first time since they found each other once again, leon has a real understand of what he's been trying to do all along.]
I reached my hand out, remember? I never wanted to fight you... I just wanted you to leave with us. I wanted to help you however I could. I wanted you to fight with us. [that's what everyone wanted.
but that isn't what they got, which is why stahn's head dips again. because it's painful to remember that despite those attempts, he was a second too late. and for all the things that leon was to blame for, the fact that stahn couldn't get through to leon sooner, or be there in darilsheid to try and stop him from making those bad decisions to start with... he still feels guilty about it.
leon deserved better than what he got.
he deserved better than being strung along by hugo.
he deserved better than having to resort to desperate measures to try and save marian.
he deserved better than giving up his own life to save them.
why couldn't he have reached out earlier? why couldn't he have stopped things from getting out of hand before it was too late? why was that a decision leon even had to make in the first place? he never should have had to. that never should have been on the table.]
You're... my best friend, Leon. Even after everything, nothing will change that. [because despite that, he feels this way. leon still was an admirable person who would use all of his resources to protect what mattered. he was still a prodigal swordsman, and seinegald's youngest night. he was still an impressive swordian master. he was still someone who saved stahn's life on more than one occasion, and never demanded so much as a "thank you" for it. he was someone stahn trusted with his thoughts and wondering, someone he could seek out when he needed a dose of reality, and someone that could teach him a lot about the world despite his young age.
but until now, he's never had the chance to tell leon that. not that his feelings won't change, and not that he's no longer just an important friend, but far and away the most important and most treasured one. here and now, he can finally say the same thought he conveyed to marian after they'd saved her.
leon is his best friend. death, fights, ceres' influence—that's not changing it. so he just wants leon to understand this. no matter how hard he tries to deny stahn, or how hard he tries to fight it, stahn is never going to give up on him. not ever.]