I've hardly made it easy on you. I've wanted companionship, too, and you've been willing. To say nothing of the fact that you're lovely but don't see it in yourself, and I know why that is and it's not that I think I can change your mind, but you're too hard on yourself about it sometimes.
[FUCKING BLUE AND YELLOW DRINK]
I would regret losing this if you sought to end it, but I would do it if it was what you wanted. I'd be jealous, mayhap, of the ones you chose to give your time to in my place, but I would understand why. 'Tis your right to keep your own life uncomplicated.
[it's part of what makes it difficult. he's just-- he's a good person. better than ryn is, at least. reminds him entirely too much of aren.
there's another period of silence before he exhales a frustrated breath and reaches for thancred's cup, taking it and draining what's left of his drink. fair is fair.]
[Oh. Oh, dear, now this has the makings of a bad situation. One of them with no filter is a refreshing exercise in candor. Both of them at it has the makings of...well, not disaster, necessarily, but certainly something.]
...I know you don't.
[He lets that hang between them, and it's a long interval before he speaks again, much more quietly.]
I wish you didn't have to be afraid. I wish I didn't frighten you so.
I did. I didn't know how to live-- he saved me more than once, I started off living for his sake, how was I supposed to just go on without him? Every time they said I was lucky to be alive I just wanted to scream. But-- he gave his life for mine.
[he couldn't give up so easily, couldn't do anything about it.]
I learned how to, eventually. Managed to carry on for other reasons. But I don't... it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do, living after that.
[And for one brief, shining moment, all thoughts and notions of insecurity appear to have fled, because he sits up and wraps his arms around Ryn, and guides him back down to lie in the sand with him, all but inviting him to sprawl on top of him.
He makes a very nice cushion, actually. Warm. Strong. Pressed close like that, the smooth steady beat of his heart is unmistakable.]
You don't have to live for him. You don't. Your life is not a debtor's gaol. Take it from a hypocrite who has spent his life trying desperately to redress balances I'll never repay — you'll miss the chance to be happy by not letting yourself. And then one day those things you loved from afar will be gone, and you'll regret not walking into that warmth and light when you had the chance.
Let him go, Ryn. You can let him go. You'll never forget him, but he wouldn't want to be the cage crushing welts into your heart. Let him rest, so you can rest too. And mayhap if you find you can do that...then mayhap someday I'll find the breath to sing that girl of mine her song, too.
Bixing said, if we could figure things out if we do manage to get out of here-- they've made advancements. Found ways to make sure people survive, to give them longer lifespans.
I've never thought about what I would do with a life as long as yours. I barely even thought I'd survive to see the end of the long road I was on before this. To see the star achieve peace.
Well, the thought of having one of my own fills me with a dread beyond most mortal comprehension. But to claim all the fun parts and none of the work? I could see fit to do that.
[He chuckles too, but before long his attention turns to the fact that, and so they come back to this again. Could Ryn live without his void? Could he live without his friends?]
...There is someone I need to see again, yes. Not quite on my own star, but on one of the shards surrounding it. She knows Urianger and the others already. She should meet you, too, someday.
...if we get a someday, then, if it turns out that we can make sure you'll live to see it, I'll... we can arrange it. Somehow.
[he doesn't have any idea if it would be remotely possible, but what if it is? they have gods here and it's not like interplanetary travel is unknown even in warcraft canon.]
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[FUCKING BLUE AND YELLOW DRINK]
I would regret losing this if you sought to end it, but I would do it if it was what you wanted. I'd be jealous, mayhap, of the ones you chose to give your time to in my place, but I would understand why. 'Tis your right to keep your own life uncomplicated.
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[it's part of what makes it difficult. he's just-- he's a good person. better than ryn is, at least. reminds him entirely too much of aren.
there's another period of silence before he exhales a frustrated breath and reaches for thancred's cup, taking it and draining what's left of his drink. fair is fair.]
I don't want to.
[this isn't something he wants to just-- end.]
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[Oh. Oh, dear, now this has the makings of a bad situation. One of them with no filter is a refreshing exercise in candor. Both of them at it has the makings of...well, not disaster, necessarily, but certainly something.]
...I know you don't.
[He lets that hang between them, and it's a long interval before he speaks again, much more quietly.]
I wish you didn't have to be afraid. I wish I didn't frighten you so.
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[he pauses for a slow, calming breath, shakes his head.]
But there's an early enough end to it no matter what. That's what does.
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[.........]
...What if it did. End, exactly as you're afeared it would. Is it that you think you couldn't bear it again...? You did once.
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[he murmurs, shaking his head again.]
I did. I didn't know how to live-- he saved me more than once, I started off living for his sake, how was I supposed to just go on without him? Every time they said I was lucky to be alive I just wanted to scream. But-- he gave his life for mine.
[he couldn't give up so easily, couldn't do anything about it.]
I learned how to, eventually. Managed to carry on for other reasons. But I don't... it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do, living after that.
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[And for one brief, shining moment, all thoughts and notions of insecurity appear to have fled, because he sits up and wraps his arms around Ryn, and guides him back down to lie in the sand with him, all but inviting him to sprawl on top of him.
He makes a very nice cushion, actually. Warm. Strong. Pressed close like that, the smooth steady beat of his heart is unmistakable.]
You don't have to live for him. You don't. Your life is not a debtor's gaol. Take it from a hypocrite who has spent his life trying desperately to redress balances I'll never repay — you'll miss the chance to be happy by not letting yourself. And then one day those things you loved from afar will be gone, and you'll regret not walking into that warmth and light when you had the chance.
Let him go, Ryn. You can let him go. You'll never forget him, but he wouldn't want to be the cage crushing welts into your heart. Let him rest, so you can rest too. And mayhap if you find you can do that...then mayhap someday I'll find the breath to sing that girl of mine her song, too.
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[to hurt like that again.
but he lets himself be pulled, and those words are mumbled against thancred's chest.]
If we keep this up you're going to become too difficult to lose.
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[And he lets them stay that way awhile, just holding him, before finally the blue and yellow drink rears its ugly head one last time.]
I could take a cue from Nav and sing horrible bawdy sea shanties at you until you're more than happy to be rid of me.
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[a hint of amusement there, at least.
and, eventually:]
Bixing said, if we could figure things out if we do manage to get out of here-- they've made advancements. Found ways to make sure people survive, to give them longer lifespans.
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[...]
Suggesting we both run off to his galaxy, are you?
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[a little more hesitant. maybe thancred wouldn't even want that.]
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[He considers a long minute.]
...I don't suppose you've any suggestions?
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For what to do with it-? ...I don't know, honestly, did you have anything you just never had time to do?
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[He smiles faintly, but it's no less genuine for how slight it is.]
I'd like to live long enough to see one of my comrades have a child of their own, and play favorite uncle to the little hellion.
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[he laughs softly at that thought.]
Then you'd have to go home, for that.
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[He chuckles too, but before long his attention turns to the fact that, and so they come back to this again. Could Ryn live without his void? Could he live without his friends?]
...There is someone I need to see again, yes. Not quite on my own star, but on one of the shards surrounding it. She knows Urianger and the others already. She should meet you, too, someday.
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[he doesn't have any idea if it would be remotely possible, but what if it is? they have gods here and it's not like interplanetary travel is unknown even in warcraft canon.]
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[Hope worthy of a kiss, in fact, and thus Ryn is rewarded with one.]
It's funny. Usually I'm the cynic among my comrades, but here I am, the bright-eyed idealist by comparison. Such an unusual change of pace.