" you can't understand. not unless you were there. " @svartr
For a moment, Verso only stares; it’s a sting he has no right to feel, but it feels like one regardless. He swallows it down, but it’s that —— familiar disjointed sensation, a step out of time, a step out of place. He has no right to feel it — that family wasn’t his family, their grief wasn’t his, and that person he’s meant to represent wasn’t him, never was him.
But it feels disjointed, all the same.
His mouth twists, barely: just a tightening on one side, a thin little grimace. " The same could be said for you, " he says, with a tip of his head to regard Zouin: searching, searching. He's not that Verso; that Verso died so many years ago, and no, he doesn't have his memories.
White strands of hair ghost in front of his vision, half-concealing the unscarred part of his features. " Are you expecting me to fight you? " It's a tired thing, not a threat. " I want the same thing you want. " In a roundabout way, anyway; he just wants to be done. If that means Aline is removed or convinced away from the Canvas, that will be enough. " What else is there to understand? "
