[Celehar nods, taking the moment to work his voice and expression further back into his control, to try and blink back the tears that still flood his lashes. Eventually he has to give in and rub at his eyes once more, lest they spill over.
Even in the days after - Evru's death, he did not feel tears come so easily as he does here and now. Perhaps he did not feel he deserved it. But he does not imagine he deserves Need's compassion in the same way. Here in Death, there is no need for sleep in the same way, no true exhaustion to weigh him down. If anything, he ought to be lighter than he has in some time, oughtn't he? Already he's given things up.
For someone who can't read his thoughts, Need's next comment certainly has the effect of it, engendering a subtle flinch that he could not have guarded against.]
... I am not a warrior. [It's soft, not exactly the repudiation the words themselves might make it seem.]
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Even in the days after - Evru's death, he did not feel tears come so easily as he does here and now. Perhaps he did not feel he deserved it. But he does not imagine he deserves Need's compassion in the same way. Here in Death, there is no need for sleep in the same way, no true exhaustion to weigh him down. If anything, he ought to be lighter than he has in some time, oughtn't he? Already he's given things up.
For someone who can't read his thoughts, Need's next comment certainly has the effect of it, engendering a subtle flinch that he could not have guarded against.]
... I am not a warrior. [It's soft, not exactly the repudiation the words themselves might make it seem.]