[It had been hard not to notice how different she is, in many ways. It isn't only age. She is altered, beyond that, on some level he doesn't understand. He doesn't like being so far from her in any way—including this one.
He feels the chill, but he doesn't mind it. Galra can endure even extreme temperatures. His warmth endures—and even increases, in response to the chill. He wouldn't move away from her, no matter what difficulty arose.
And yet, she's not going to tell him what the difficulty is.]
But Honerva—
[He's torn. Of course he trusts her, but he does want to know. He doesn't like being kept in the dark. If she knows, then he should as well. Shouldn't he? They share everything. He pauses to reflect, frowning. However—if she says it's for the best, then he should believe her. In another moment, he decides, setting his jaw.]
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He feels the chill, but he doesn't mind it. Galra can endure even extreme temperatures. His warmth endures—and even increases, in response to the chill. He wouldn't move away from her, no matter what difficulty arose.
And yet, she's not going to tell him what the difficulty is.]
But Honerva—
[He's torn. Of course he trusts her, but he does want to know. He doesn't like being kept in the dark. If she knows, then he should as well. Shouldn't he? They share everything. He pauses to reflect, frowning. However—if she says it's for the best, then he should believe her. In another moment, he decides, setting his jaw.]
I'll wait. I know you'll tell me when it's time.