[ Despite his usually pragmatic way of thinking, it doesn't matter if he were really deserving or undeserving because he's his own harshest judge and jury. Guilt is always one of the first things to come tumbling back into his mind as if his body needs to be reminded that he isn't here to serve himself or to live an easy life. Someone who, despite being a herald for the downtrodden still had just as much blood on his hands because of that very reason. There were few lives that he took now that were truly satisfying. It all carried a heaviness with it that refused to leave him even after all these years.
Those thoughts and feelings still lie quietly, shrouded in a fog and waiting for him to remember them. Hope tries to ebb away, but Istredd's touch tethers it in place. And with that comes another wash of memories. Of times together, but rarely - never - with River. For a good long while he gazes up at him, memories quickly overlapping what he sees now. And what he sees is god who has waited patiently, not just for him, but for his sister. For a family that had been lost and scattered to the stars more often than anyone should.
Without thinking his arms slowly draw Istredd in, light slowly beginning to glow from beneath his skin, soft and warm in homecoming. ]
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Those thoughts and feelings still lie quietly, shrouded in a fog and waiting for him to remember them. Hope tries to ebb away, but Istredd's touch tethers it in place. And with that comes another wash of memories. Of times together, but rarely - never - with River. For a good long while he gazes up at him, memories quickly overlapping what he sees now. And what he sees is god who has waited patiently, not just for him, but for his sister. For a family that had been lost and scattered to the stars more often than anyone should.
Without thinking his arms slowly draw Istredd in, light slowly beginning to glow from beneath his skin, soft and warm in homecoming. ]
Together. Because we're family.