( he's puzzling over, it is yours to play, even as he reads the next missive that appears. it... ah, he feels this, needles sinking into his heart, warmth flooding his chest so he drowns from within while never once missing the sweet air drawn across his tongue. he basks for a moment, barely noting that now he does not linger in guilt, in weighted associations, can instead accept there were times he has needed help and was helped, by one who needn't go as far. who had his own mission at the time, who had been injured, was further injured still.
they're both fools, he thinks. foolish youths who have grown into somewhat wiser men, never lacking for opportunities to polish rough edges into surfaces that caught, did not avoid, the light. )
Two halves cleave to a whole. To be more together, even when apart.
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TOO SMOOTH, MISSION ABORT (1/2)
they're both fools, he thinks. foolish youths who have grown into somewhat wiser men, never lacking for opportunities to polish rough edges into surfaces that caught, did not avoid, the light. )
Two halves cleave to a whole. To be more together, even when apart.