[ well, that would be that, isn't it? that, in a way, estinien does want to hold onto the mantle, if only because someone will have to. sam is curious if that streak runs deeper, if there's more to that, if estinien would take the opportunity to be something else, when given it. sam knows he didn't, and wouldn't if asked again. but when you're talking about obligation versus volunteering, that gets into some muddy water.
being made for something, too, is an entirely different conversation.
but then there's that - because estinien explains, about destruction for the sake of salvation, about ending all life. it's intense stuff, yes, sam understands that. feels that, deep in his bones. but what he catches onto more than that is the unsteadiness that estinien suddenly gives off. it makes sam want to reach out to steady him, to set a hand on his shoulder just to ground him, but given the rockiness and elevation changes of their currently conversation, he's not sure it's the right move.
still, when sam speaks, it's with a kind of empathetic concern. a sudden, perhaps intense, leveling of his eyes to estinien when he looks back up. ] You okay? [ and he's genuinely asking, genuinely worried. moments later, with whatever answer estinien gives, sam will just nod. ]
Listen, I don't know the details of your life, or your world, or the Scions. But I'm glad they have you there, to help. And once we figure out a way to get everyone back home, there will be a way to get you back to where you need to be. [ because there is always, and will always be, dr strange. right? sam doesn't elaborate on how, or why, just says that with conviction that would be hard for anyone to question. ] You and Himeka. [ he glances up, briefly. back to the house. seems to lighten, briefly, at the glance. ] If I can convince her to leave the kitchen...
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being made for something, too, is an entirely different conversation.
but then there's that - because estinien explains, about destruction for the sake of salvation, about ending all life. it's intense stuff, yes, sam understands that. feels that, deep in his bones. but what he catches onto more than that is the unsteadiness that estinien suddenly gives off. it makes sam want to reach out to steady him, to set a hand on his shoulder just to ground him, but given the rockiness and elevation changes of their currently conversation, he's not sure it's the right move.
still, when sam speaks, it's with a kind of empathetic concern. a sudden, perhaps intense, leveling of his eyes to estinien when he looks back up. ] You okay? [ and he's genuinely asking, genuinely worried. moments later, with whatever answer estinien gives, sam will just nod. ]
Listen, I don't know the details of your life, or your world, or the Scions. But I'm glad they have you there, to help. And once we figure out a way to get everyone back home, there will be a way to get you back to where you need to be. [ because there is always, and will always be, dr strange. right? sam doesn't elaborate on how, or why, just says that with conviction that would be hard for anyone to question. ] You and Himeka. [ he glances up, briefly. back to the house. seems to lighten, briefly, at the glance. ] If I can convince her to leave the kitchen...