"Sometimes I look upon your partner and see myself. A life I never had a chance to live and lament. Lament that such choices were taken from me with no one to pursue me to turn from a path of ruin. Now, I cannot even find rest and respite as I am cursed to haunt the earth forever, unending. Why? Why did this life and unlife betray me? Why does time never heal my pain?"
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“…I know. Your tragedies are not entirely unlike one another’s–grief is what has spoiled you both in this life, one way or another. And I mourn that life for you has been so pitilessly cruel.” As Leon mourns almost helplessly for anyone that assumes the image of a friend; the irony of finding some sympathy for the plight of things once sworn to an ugly death does not quite strike him as being all that funny, tonight. His eyes are calm, but quietly sad, downcast to a ringed finger on his left hand as a look of apology seems to overcome the Belmont’s young, kind face. “But it is not for me to answer why you have suffered. Why you suffer yet. Or why your life remained empty of things that could have driven you to the peace you so crave.” As much as he wishes he could make sense of it all, fathom that grief into more recognisable patterns. Make it somehow understandable. That he can’t leaves him feeling momentary breathless with the futility of it all. Forces a sigh from his chest when his sorry gaze lifts itself back to the companion stood across the way. He means to smile. Means to sound hopeful. At the very least, his gentle voice brims with sincerity.
“I have always lived my life wanting to believe in better things existing for me besides my suffering, a trial though it was to remember it when I was in the worst pains of my life.” Though how far away those pains have slowly become, in recent times. If only the same could be said for all of them. Leon rises to that thought, stretching the ache of sleep from every limb as he strides from his seat and crosses the tentative distance between them. “You still have all the time there is to find a better future for yourself in this vast and senseless world of ours. Let that begin to be your hope sooner than it is your curse, as it was for me when I was first brought back from the dead.”
His gait falters. A moment’s pause in wherever his wandering is meant to take him to offer the gesture of a single hand coming to rest on the other’s shoulder, “And know that I am your friend. I will always be your friend. And yours will no longer be such a lonely life, even if that is all the pain I am able to heal.”
