@unholyshe said: ❝ you’re sounding more like your father by the minute. ❞ ( from senna )
The words caught him off-guard. His face swiveled towards her, slightly, and a brow raised. It had been a long time since he’d thought of Urias, though a slight twinge of guilt rose up in his chest at that admittance. Truthfully, after he’d lost her, he’d come to understand why his father had refused to let him become a Sentinel for so long. He’d been granted some twisted clarity, some insight into his father’s protectiveness which had so bothered him in his youth, and, really, he’d only been able to draw the conclusion that his father would be disappointed in that critical mistake which had tore his wife away from him.
‘ Funny, ain’t it? ’ he said with a sigh. A smile formed on his lips, looking at her, and though part of it was genuine, there was a certain melancholy to it. ‘ I used’ta be so resentful ‘bout how protective he was. Guess I just didn’t understand loss yet. ’
His gaze shifted away, out towards the horizon. He wondered how long it would be before ghouls and wraiths appeared on it. For now, they enjoyed one of their rare moments of peace. Despite the sad look about him at times, overall, he was content now— in moments like these, that is, when things almost seemed back to the way they were.
‘ But you really can’t blame me for worryin’. I know it ain’t ever gonna compare to what you endured, but— you know, all those years, they weren’t easy for me either. It’s gonna take a while’ta get used to you bein’ back. Really back, I mean, not like tomorrow you won’t go’n get taken by... somethin’ else, ’ he muttered the words. He knew she was strong, capable— likely more so than him, still, even despite all those years of hunting her captor —and yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that the world would pull her from him yet again.
Paranoia, it was, borne of the years of hatred and merciless pursuance of that vile creature which had imprisoned her. He seldom stopped to consider his feelings, to really examine the emotional toll it had all had on him, but the grief was so entwined with him by this point that its absence would leave him almost feeling empty. His love was still strong as ever— that was never in question —but few men are strong enough to be consumed by years of wrath and abhorrence without coming out a little changed.
‘ Besides, ’ he chuckled a little, this time coming across a bit more genuine, ‘ We’re older, now. It’s ‘bout time one of us does. ’
