[ Seeing her like this is a bizarre mixture of pity and a sharp, unfamiliar stab of hope. The familiarity, the use of his name without the lethal spite; hearing anything other than pain and hatred in her voice isn't something he thought he'd get another chance at.
As she's caught running through her thoughts out loud, he's convinced to drop his guard another degree, moves forward slightly and settles onto his knees while sitting back onto his heels. He's close enough to reach out and touch her, now, but it doesn't cross his mind to do so.
He should have reached out to her and comforted her a long time ago. He didn't until it was too late, and now that instinct's been routinely crushed by her rejections ever since. ]
He'll remember, Morgana. I'm sure of it. The castle couldn't be that cruel, could it? To take all of his memories? [ He knows it can take some, but all seems like far too high a price. ]
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As she's caught running through her thoughts out loud, he's convinced to drop his guard another degree, moves forward slightly and settles onto his knees while sitting back onto his heels. He's close enough to reach out and touch her, now, but it doesn't cross his mind to do so.
He should have reached out to her and comforted her a long time ago. He didn't until it was too late, and now that instinct's been routinely crushed by her rejections ever since. ]
He'll remember, Morgana. I'm sure of it. The castle couldn't be that cruel, could it? To take all of his memories? [ He knows it can take some, but all seems like far too high a price. ]