Maybe. [His repetition could offer some agreement, and it does, but most of Dion is far more pessimistic about his own future. He has already succumbed to the emotions that had taken him over as a god once before. What is to stop him from getting worse? For settling into such feelings?
Perhaps it is this. His memories of all those years (and there were far too many of them) have drifted into fog, and he can no longer recall if he had lifetimes with Claude, or if they met again after centuries apart. But he cannot believe that love for another could make a man worse. It is the very antithesis as to what Ultima believed.
Dion's heart feels weak. Even with the scales, he can feel the press of heat, of lips. Of adoration. It is that which seals the fact he will tell Claude all of his secrets. To ensure he is worthy of such receptions.] Thank you. [He lifts himself, tipping his head in for another kiss.] Then I am yours as long as such beliefs continue.
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Perhaps it is this. His memories of all those years (and there were far too many of them) have drifted into fog, and he can no longer recall if he had lifetimes with Claude, or if they met again after centuries apart. But he cannot believe that love for another could make a man worse. It is the very antithesis as to what Ultima believed.
Dion's heart feels weak. Even with the scales, he can feel the press of heat, of lips. Of adoration. It is that which seals the fact he will tell Claude all of his secrets. To ensure he is worthy of such receptions.] Thank you. [He lifts himself, tipping his head in for another kiss.] Then I am yours as long as such beliefs continue.