[Too used to relying on only himself, to let his trust slip too easily. Too used to being alone, and liking it, to let her in. Despite all of his nightmares, the betrayals she's already leveled at him months and months ago, and despite the gnawing thoughts of resentment that lingers in the connection between them - he does trust her.
He doesn't want to.
She should be nothing, now. Just an insignificant reminder of a life not lived, but she isn't. She's managed to worm her way in, far deeper than any who came before her and his exhale echoes down the network.]
Come back, Alina, and tell me to my face.
[She kept her promise, once. She stayed in Scorpion's Bend, all of their nights and all of their mornings, with her face being the first sight he saw every day as the suns rose across the distant horizon. With his arms wrapped around her waist, she kept it.
He leans in to that promise now, eyes growing distant as he watches the preparations taking place in the barracks.]
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[Too used to relying on only himself, to let his trust slip too easily. Too used to being alone, and liking it, to let her in. Despite all of his nightmares, the betrayals she's already leveled at him months and months ago, and despite the gnawing thoughts of resentment that lingers in the connection between them - he does trust her.
He doesn't want to.
She should be nothing, now. Just an insignificant reminder of a life not lived, but she isn't. She's managed to worm her way in, far deeper than any who came before her and his exhale echoes down the network.]
Come back, Alina, and tell me to my face.
[She kept her promise, once. She stayed in Scorpion's Bend, all of their nights and all of their mornings, with her face being the first sight he saw every day as the suns rose across the distant horizon. With his arms wrapped around her waist, she kept it.
He leans in to that promise now, eyes growing distant as he watches the preparations taking place in the barracks.]
Goodbye.