[So little now, as if Sorey hasn't always been a touch too reckless, a little too quick to leap before looking.
But...Mikleo's right. It's different now. Not just since hellionizing either; since taking up the mantle of Shepherd. Sorey had even said as much to Lailah, before taking the pact again. Shouldn't I do as much as possible with the time I have left?
Sorey's gaze drifts across Mikleo's face, drinking in his expression; tense, tired, angry. Not looking to pick a fight but wanting to understand, wanting him to understand. Maybe it's true, maybe there was no need for him to stay on the planet as long as he did. Dying there wouldn't have done anything for those people, and it could've (most likely would've) put everyone in terrible danger as their vessel perished. It was a selfish decision to try and stay, one borne of his own ego...but is that all it was?]
I don't know, [Sorey whispers, a little afraid to say it too loudly. He stills in Mikleo's lap, one hand on his belly and the other arm dangling off the side of the couch. It feels intimate and calm here, safe for him to say things that he's too scared to think about. Is it his life that's worth so little, or something else?]
action;
But...Mikleo's right. It's different now. Not just since hellionizing either; since taking up the mantle of Shepherd. Sorey had even said as much to Lailah, before taking the pact again. Shouldn't I do as much as possible with the time I have left?
Sorey's gaze drifts across Mikleo's face, drinking in his expression; tense, tired, angry. Not looking to pick a fight but wanting to understand, wanting him to understand. Maybe it's true, maybe there was no need for him to stay on the planet as long as he did. Dying there wouldn't have done anything for those people, and it could've (most likely would've) put everyone in terrible danger as their vessel perished. It was a selfish decision to try and stay, one borne of his own ego...but is that all it was?]
I don't know, [Sorey whispers, a little afraid to say it too loudly. He stills in Mikleo's lap, one hand on his belly and the other arm dangling off the side of the couch. It feels intimate and calm here, safe for him to say things that he's too scared to think about. Is it his life that's worth so little, or something else?]