[ brother. the sound alone is almost like a dagger in his flesh, a wound which leaves him standing but with an undeniable ache in his heart. that even after all this time— after all that had happened between them, after all gabranth had done to him, after the way he had so carelessly left his affairs in basch's hands to come to this mad, maddening world... it's more than he can bear. ]
I...
[ but even though his voice quavers, though his heart shakes, he will not let his resolve be dashed so quickly. not here, at least, not where he's already made a scene and is like to gather an entirely new crowd if he lets his emotions get the better of him. he inhales, steels himself, and meets his brother's gaze once again. ]
At present, aye. Some months have passed since my recovery.
[ months which blur together in the blink of an eye, once he thinks to retrieve the memories. how long has it been, really? how long has he been idling away in this other world, where his name and deeds mean naught? he doesn't know. he doesn't want to know. ]
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I...
[ but even though his voice quavers, though his heart shakes, he will not let his resolve be dashed so quickly. not here, at least, not where he's already made a scene and is like to gather an entirely new crowd if he lets his emotions get the better of him. he inhales, steels himself, and meets his brother's gaze once again. ]
At present, aye. Some months have passed since my recovery.
[ months which blur together in the blink of an eye, once he thinks to retrieve the memories. how long has it been, really? how long has he been idling away in this other world, where his name and deeds mean naught? he doesn't know. he doesn't want to know. ]