[ Short-lived as that shift in Stephen's expression might be, Thancred thinks that he recognizes it. He remembers when he and the other Scions had sat at the Last Stand on the eve of their trip to the end of the universe, and how Himeka had looked at him and said, without hesitation, that he no longer needed to prove himself to Minfilia and Ryne. He suspects he'd looked much the same then as Stephen does now.
He nods, his mouth curving into a small smile as he rises from his seat and moves to pour Stephen another glass of liquor. He'd indicated he would need it, and now Thancred can see why. As he moves closer to where Stephen sits, he holds out the filled glass to him with one hand, then reaches out to grip him by the shoulder and give it a tight squeeze with the other. ]
Any time, friend. No one of us is meant to take the whole universe on our shoulders. It would do you well to remember that.
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He nods, his mouth curving into a small smile as he rises from his seat and moves to pour Stephen another glass of liquor. He'd indicated he would need it, and now Thancred can see why. As he moves closer to where Stephen sits, he holds out the filled glass to him with one hand, then reaches out to grip him by the shoulder and give it a tight squeeze with the other. ]
Any time, friend. No one of us is meant to take the whole universe on our shoulders. It would do you well to remember that.