It's not an answer to her question, though, no returning thought pressed into her mind like a flower between pages of parchment. It is just his thought. An honest desire. He has no wish to stay here looking down at the boy and far less of one to reach down his hand and lend assistance. He does not want to face the possibility that it will be rejected, and even less doesn't he want to face the possibility it may not be.
He was fine. It was a duty easily enough performed, and I'd his jaw was tense and his nerves thin, then that was simply- it simply was.]
If you will excuse me.
[It's a unique form of cowardice, unsteady, too hasty. He will regret it later, when the rest of his regrets run dry. For now he merely bows slightly and turns away from them, towards the only visible exit.]
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It's not an answer to her question, though, no returning thought pressed into her mind like a flower between pages of parchment. It is just his thought. An honest desire. He has no wish to stay here looking down at the boy and far less of one to reach down his hand and lend assistance. He does not want to face the possibility that it will be rejected, and even less doesn't he want to face the possibility it may not be.
He was fine. It was a duty easily enough performed, and I'd his jaw was tense and his nerves thin, then that was simply- it simply was.]
If you will excuse me.
[It's a unique form of cowardice, unsteady, too hasty. He will regret it later, when the rest of his regrets run dry. For now he merely bows slightly and turns away from them, towards the only visible exit.]