... I have nothing but my sorrow, and I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me.
[ Quiet, reminiscent. Argalia's playing had stopped at the first word, notes dying as he spoke, and he sets his hands in his lap rather than begin again.
Such strange emotions, swirling within the depths of his chest. They claw at him, nameless and unwanted, and his smile drops. Who allowed it to be defined as a tragedy? Who said he should be pitied for it? Condolences? Sorrowed? What did he have to be sad about, when she surrounded him more than ever before?
...
There, she did. Here, she did not. He breathes his sorrow out softly, and remains amicable. ]
No, nothing else. Only that I'm glad his poor review of me didn't turn you away, Daan. He has a habit of twisting things to suit his conduct.
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[ Quiet, reminiscent. Argalia's playing had stopped at the first word, notes dying as he spoke, and he sets his hands in his lap rather than begin again.
Such strange emotions, swirling within the depths of his chest. They claw at him, nameless and unwanted, and his smile drops. Who allowed it to be defined as a tragedy? Who said he should be pitied for it? Condolences? Sorrowed? What did he have to be sad about, when she surrounded him more than ever before?
...
There, she did. Here, she did not. He breathes his sorrow out softly, and remains amicable. ]
No, nothing else. Only that I'm glad his poor review of me didn't turn you away, Daan. He has a habit of twisting things to suit his conduct.
[ (They both do.) ]