He smiles at her, and it's one she will recognize immediately - it's the one he pulls out when there is nothing else left. The one that wavers at the edges, but holds firm through nothing more than the force of his will, of his desire to ease someone else's burden over his own. Because he knows. He knows, as he has known before, that it is hopeless. That this is his curse, his burden to carry, and that he brought it on himself when he first learned to love humans and all of their eccentricities, all those years ago.
He should have gone with them, he thinks sometimes, alone with his thoughts in the dark of night. He should have left this all behind him. But then he thinks of all the things he would have missed - of this, standing here with one last chance to see the woman he met in a dream - and he knows (or perhaps only hopes) that it is all worth it, in the end.
"But you came," he says softly, "which was more than I could ever do. I'm not surprised - you always were the strong one."
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Date: 2013-07-27 07:56 am (UTC)He should have gone with them, he thinks sometimes, alone with his thoughts in the dark of night. He should have left this all behind him. But then he thinks of all the things he would have missed - of this, standing here with one last chance to see the woman he met in a dream - and he knows (or perhaps only hopes) that it is all worth it, in the end.
"But you came," he says softly, "which was more than I could ever do. I'm not surprised - you always were the strong one."