[ His fingers laced through hers, careful. He does not have her -- but he thinks. Thinks of what she whispered so carefully, with too much compassion. More than he had or has. ( The fabric of the city is made of stuff such as she. ) ]
I would like that. [ his lips pull earnestly in a smile for a moment. It's a sad truth for them both then. It is not that he never wanted, it was just that he couldn't. Not once he released what his life would be like, serving his Empress. ] I have never been able to have friends before I came here. Not for a very long time.
[ he laughs, quietly. ] You are making very good at fixing this oversight by yourself. I would hate that to be taken off you.
[She laughs, small and kind of sad, but she's trying for his sake.] Yeah, I try, I guess. You're a better student than most of the people here. [She gives his hands a squeeze. Is it dumb that she feels safe around him? It's definitely dumb, but she does, and that's important to her in its own way. She doesn't often feel safe like this.]
[It's not that she expects him to save her, that's not important. It's that she knows he'll help her, and that's everything.] Thank you. I mean it.
[ He appreciates it. It doesn't mean much ( it means everything, really ). The grip is returned and held longer, his head down and he holds fast. Then he loosens, his hand turning enough to brush across the side of her hand. ]
I am sorry if I cannot always be... [ he's not sure what word he means to say, better? good? happy? ] ... well.
[Fiona likes fixing things. Particularly, she likes fixing things for her family, but they aren't here right now, so the world is what it was before she can remember: an endless string of band-aid solutions, and the tiny feeling of indescribable power that was granted from being able to make anything better, just for a moment.]
[She holds Corvo's hand.] You're fine. You're, uh, well. You haven't done anything. [She's the weird one. He's a killer, but that's a job, she guesses. It's something she's going to have to get used to, because red team is full of them, and they're... they're good people.]
[ He smiles, more a quirk than anything like happiness. Something to try and the edge off this conversation. It didn't work, but for both their sakes, he was attempting it. ]
We both know that's not true. It's alright. I don't need consolation about what I am. [ or he might, later, at another date. ]
I just do not wish to deceive you, you have been good to me. [ somewhat unexpectedly. ]
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I would like that. [ his lips pull earnestly in a smile for a moment. It's a sad truth for them both then. It is not that he never wanted, it was just that he couldn't. Not once he released what his life would be like, serving his Empress. ] I have never been able to have friends before I came here. Not for a very long time.
[ he laughs, quietly. ] You are making very good at fixing this oversight by yourself. I would hate that to be taken off you.
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[It's not that she expects him to save her, that's not important. It's that she knows he'll help her, and that's everything.] Thank you. I mean it.
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I am sorry if I cannot always be... [ he's not sure what word he means to say, better? good? happy? ] ... well.
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[She holds Corvo's hand.] You're fine. You're, uh, well. You haven't done anything. [She's the weird one. He's a killer, but that's a job, she guesses. It's something she's going to have to get used to, because red team is full of them, and they're... they're good people.]
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We both know that's not true. It's alright. I don't need consolation about what I am. [ or he might, later, at another date. ]
I just do not wish to deceive you, you have been good to me. [ somewhat unexpectedly. ]