[ A casual reply in response with a small smile tossed back in return.
He opens his mouth like he might explain more -- why he feels like she would live forever. But those are complicated thoughts tangled in complicated feelings. Not all those feelings are even his.
But he often feels much of what he feels isn't him. It is as he told Renoir before: he's trapped in the shadow of a dead man. However, that is not her fault; that's not his fault. So why make it theirs to correct?
It's already been corrected and he simply needs to keep protecting the world Clea lives. Then he'll be allowed to returned to oblivion. Perhaps, that is the greatest reward that awaits him. Perhaps...
He bounces his shoulders in a shrug at how he can't make appointments. ]
Time's hard.
[ It is his joke back --
-- but he pauses and looks at her. ]
You don't have to call me that, Clea. [ She doesn't have to refer to him as "Verso." It's what he decides he should say first before they return to lightly joking with one another. ]
Although, I do intend to go by that name... you don't have to call me that...
[ But his tone shifts to its playful tone once more; he's said his peace and hopefully given her a sense of it as well: ] And if it makes you feel better, I did almost go bald once. That Gestral assistant just wasn't that good with hair products, but thankfully, you know... being able to control one's healing is quite useful at times.
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[ A casual reply in response with a small smile tossed back in return.
He opens his mouth like he might explain more -- why he feels like she would live forever. But those are complicated thoughts tangled in complicated feelings. Not all those feelings are even his.
But he often feels much of what he feels isn't him. It is as he told Renoir before: he's trapped in the shadow of a dead man. However, that is not her fault; that's not his fault. So why make it theirs to correct?
It's already been corrected and he simply needs to keep protecting the world Clea lives. Then he'll be allowed to returned to oblivion. Perhaps, that is the greatest reward that awaits him. Perhaps...
He bounces his shoulders in a shrug at how he can't make appointments. ]
Time's hard.
[ It is his joke back --
-- but he pauses and looks at her. ]
You don't have to call me that, Clea. [ She doesn't have to refer to him as "Verso." It's what he decides he should say first before they return to lightly joking with one another. ]
Although, I do intend to go by that name... you don't have to call me that...
[ But his tone shifts to its playful tone once more; he's said his peace and hopefully given her a sense of it as well: ] And if it makes you feel better, I did almost go bald once. That Gestral assistant just wasn't that good with hair products, but thankfully, you know... being able to control one's healing is quite useful at times.