[ She's never been able to stand the sight of other people's pain. Eros used his tears as a weapon, but Waltaquin... she's been wrong about Waltaquin. But she knows, with certainty, that this isn't something she could fake. She completes the motion to bring her palm gently to Waltaquin's cheek and wipes those tears with careful fingertips.
She doesn't know what it means; she doubts even Waltaquin does. What a strange burden it must be to carry, from the flicker of what she understands of Waltaquin's emotions from their shared memory. ]
...No. I won't pass it to someone else. I refuse.
[ What would that do to Xiao, to Crea? To Lacus? Knowing how they'd reacted to Nona's death, they all deserve the truth. But if that truth would keep them from seeing this through to the end and bringing everyone back, then what a pointless gesture that would be. Is that sophistry? Or is wanting to run to the others cowardice? She doesn't know. But the sense of resolve in her choice is a near enough substitute for courage.
She draws in a breath again. Slow, steady. Wait. Hope. ]
We're almost there, Waltaquin. Just a little further. What do I need to do, to keep you here?
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She doesn't know what it means; she doubts even Waltaquin does. What a strange burden it must be to carry, from the flicker of what she understands of Waltaquin's emotions from their shared memory. ]
...No. I won't pass it to someone else. I refuse.
[ What would that do to Xiao, to Crea? To Lacus? Knowing how they'd reacted to Nona's death, they all deserve the truth. But if that truth would keep them from seeing this through to the end and bringing everyone back, then what a pointless gesture that would be. Is that sophistry? Or is wanting to run to the others cowardice? She doesn't know. But the sense of resolve in her choice is a near enough substitute for courage.
She draws in a breath again. Slow, steady. Wait. Hope. ]
We're almost there, Waltaquin. Just a little further. What do I need to do, to keep you here?