[When he pulls her hands up to his face, she blinks at him, eyes wide. It's almost like a prayer, almost a placation. She knows this, even though Faerie Britain has no gods.
Is it possible to pray to the archon he cares so much about? She has no gods of her own to reach out to, so would that be okay? She can't help but wonder. But perhaps his archon is not the sort of archon one prays to. She's never asked. Religion is so foreign to her in every way. But in this moment, when he sounds so painfully hopeless, when he clings to her hands as if they're all he has left, she wishes that she knew.
She'll have to ask, she thinks distantly. When they get out of here, even if she knows what has to happen for them to "escape".
But... at least she can do one thing for him. She can't pray to his archon and she can't save him. But... she can make sure that he doesn't see her die first. It is the first and only time she's been grateful to have been born as this kind of faerie in her life.
So she meets his eyes and she smiles, expression soft. She has to smile for him. What else can she do?]
... It's okay. It's okay, Yuu. [They'll come back. They'll come back. He'll come back. She has to believe in that much.]
I'm... right here. So... [At least he's not alone right now. Don't think about the despair. Don't think about that slow, seeping dread, pulling strength from her limbs.] ... it's okay. I'll see you soon, right?
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Is it possible to pray to the archon he cares so much about? She has no gods of her own to reach out to, so would that be okay? She can't help but wonder. But perhaps his archon is not the sort of archon one prays to. She's never asked. Religion is so foreign to her in every way. But in this moment, when he sounds so painfully hopeless, when he clings to her hands as if they're all he has left, she wishes that she knew.
She'll have to ask, she thinks distantly. When they get out of here, even if she knows what has to happen for them to "escape".
But... at least she can do one thing for him. She can't pray to his archon and she can't save him. But... she can make sure that he doesn't see her die first. It is the first and only time she's been grateful to have been born as this kind of faerie in her life.
So she meets his eyes and she smiles, expression soft. She has to smile for him. What else can she do?]
... It's okay. It's okay, Yuu. [They'll come back. They'll come back. He'll come back. She has to believe in that much.]
I'm... right here. So... [At least he's not alone right now. Don't think about the despair. Don't think about that slow, seeping dread, pulling strength from her limbs.] ... it's okay. I'll see you soon, right?