...Because you are my friend, Dion. [ such a rare, rare thing, for someone like temenos. someone reticent and lonely by design, someone who so rarely allows himself to be seen or even known - who allows a bit of his true feelings here to slip through. ] It is as simple as that.
[ he wonders. friends? with a man like him? who has slain his own father and massacred countless more innocents?
a friend that only disappoints and hurts, when temenos has faced so much of that already?
he doesn't deserve such a thing. ]
Temenos. You deserve better than another friend you will lose. [ ... ] And yet, I cannot bring myself to reject this gift of friendship... I understand how precious it is.
[ "you deserve better than another friend you will lose" - dion really has a way of just hitting at the center, doesn't he? temenos is lucky to be facing away from him, probably, because the expression he makes cracks his ever perfect composure. there's a soft noise, almost a laugh, and he closes his eyes - something a little rueful in his voice. caught, again. every single time. ]
I make my own decisions. [ whether they are good ones or bad ones, they are his and his alone. he lets the vulnerability sit, for once, past the brambles of his nature, past the loneliness that still settles on his shoulders even now, like a cloak. temenos takes a deep breath.
and then turns, ever calm expression firmly back into place, and nods. ]
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...Because you are my friend, Dion. [ such a rare, rare thing, for someone like temenos. someone reticent and lonely by design, someone who so rarely allows himself to be seen or even known - who allows a bit of his true feelings here to slip through. ] It is as simple as that.
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a friend that only disappoints and hurts, when temenos has faced so much of that already?
he doesn't deserve such a thing. ]
Temenos. You deserve better than another friend you will lose. [ ... ] And yet, I cannot bring myself to reject this gift of friendship... I understand how precious it is.
[ he smiles, though it's mostly sad ]
Let me show you the funeral rights of Sanbreque.
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I make my own decisions. [ whether they are good ones or bad ones, they are his and his alone. he lets the vulnerability sit, for once, past the brambles of his nature, past the loneliness that still settles on his shoulders even now, like a cloak. temenos takes a deep breath.
and then turns, ever calm expression firmly back into place, and nods. ]
I'm listening. [ teach me, then. one last time. ]