[ He doesn't flinch from the contact, accepting the comforting touch for what it is. Understanding, too, in spite of the roles they were intended for - it should stop surprising him by now, but in a way it still does.
When she asks that question he shakes his head slowly, his features relaxing a bit. ]
No. It's been two years since then. [ And he thinks he died. But this he doesn't say aloud. Instead he glances down at their hands for a moment, then back up at her with a kind of steady certainty that he's had before when talking about gods and fate. ]
This is where I am meant to be now.
[ In Abraxas. All of them are.
Whatever his mission is meant to be in this world, he will not fail it like before. ]
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When she asks that question he shakes his head slowly, his features relaxing a bit. ]
No. It's been two years since then. [ And he thinks he died. But this he doesn't say aloud. Instead he glances down at their hands for a moment, then back up at her with a kind of steady certainty that he's had before when talking about gods and fate. ]
This is where I am meant to be now.
[ In Abraxas. All of them are.
Whatever his mission is meant to be in this world, he will not fail it like before. ]