"Are you a coward, confessor?"
@hexenjagd (or sure, anonymous) | calling me out based on my posts. (always accepting)
Simon was not one to shrink from danger: there was no castle he would not scour, no cave he would not delve into, no forbidden territory he would not step into for the sake of uncovering the truth that the Golden Order would so readily hide. It's a demanding duty but Simon had never really been bothered by having his work take hold of personal aspects of his life; he has enough sense to know that this is undeniably some sense of deprivation, but his conviction reasoned out that it was a necessary price to pay.
It's why he finds it necessary to rebuke the way his thoughts towards Helena would grow.... untoward.
He had neither the right nor the time to humor such thoughts, much less put them into action with the demanding tasks the two of them had before them. The time they spent together was primarily to overcome the obstacles and opponents that would obstruct them and the very brief moments of respite they had was sacred. To jeopardize that would be incredibly foolish, especially considering their tumultuous past.
She said she forgave him and though he did feel he had eventually earned the mercy, that was a far cry from acting on... foolish base impulses.
Neither the right nor the time.
"I'm just trying to be considerate. I don't think it's fair to categorize it as being a result of fear." Simon frowned, his nose scrunching as his finger scratched at his blindfolded brow. "I suppose a coward would make any excuse for his cowardice, so ultimately, it is entirely up to you how you would judge my actions. To be frank, that doesn't particularly bother me."
The proverbial ball was in her court, as it often was , to punt or to pass.