[ It's not underwhelming. For Jack to genuinely accept what he's saying without pushing back or denying anything is satisfying in a way he's not really used to.
It feels nice too.
Jack extends his hand and Kahlil reaches out with his free one, lurching back up to his feet. Every ache in his body seems to flare at once, but he knows it'll pass. He smiles at Jack, physically weary but amused. ]
I am. [ The Payshmura are gone, but the Rifter is alive. He is the Kahlil, His servant. Even here. ] I thought you knew.
[ He raises an eyebrow. Jack had seen something of his past, his memory. It wasn't your fault, Jack had said. ]
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It feels nice too.
Jack extends his hand and Kahlil reaches out with his free one, lurching back up to his feet. Every ache in his body seems to flare at once, but he knows it'll pass. He smiles at Jack, physically weary but amused. ]
I am. [ The Payshmura are gone, but the Rifter is alive. He is the Kahlil, His servant. Even here. ] I thought you knew.
[ He raises an eyebrow. Jack had seen something of his past, his memory. It wasn't your fault, Jack had said. ]