[The soft gaze sees through him to see him. But his mind is already drifting to somewhere where he sees nothing but the sad grace of his wife's expression and her broken heart. The heart he had sworn to guard more fiercly than his own. He almost shakes his head. But he turns it uncomfortably to the side.]
I hear there is much to hope for, here.
[Kindness? Safety? Freedom from malice? Part of him wants to hope. Part of him cannot. His gaze returns, renewed and resolved.]
Perhaps I am worrying about nothing. Safety is always welcome of course.
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I hear there is much to hope for, here.
[Kindness? Safety? Freedom from malice? Part of him wants to hope. Part of him cannot. His gaze returns, renewed and resolved.]
Perhaps I am worrying about nothing. Safety is always welcome of course.