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Keevah canât help the way that his smile and expression changes from happy to a gentle fondness as he listens intently. There was a tug on his heart at the way he seems to falter when he speaks of his brother, something he could understand quite deeply himself. His hand reached across to gently settle on Sozalâs, his voice soft for the first time.Â
âDonât apologize, if we are going to get to know one another the bad must come with the good. These moments are for us, and I would much prefer it be honestâ.
âI have to say though, being a field medic seems much more important than any of the high up ranks. Not many can say they save lives with their work where it really counts, consider me in aweâ. He changed to a bigger, brighter smile to match his tone. There was a need for positivity, in him now, more so for the sake of the other than himself.Â
He thought for a moment before answering the question that was now directed at him.Â
âAh, well I havenât been an Admiral all too long, I feel as if I inherited the rank. My parents are both dead, one for very long now and the other recent. She was a commander under Zarkon for as long as I could remember, very strict woman who wasnât really around once I turned.. thirteen. I raised my younger siblings at this point, they are.. well wherever they are nowâ.
He tilts his head, feeling an embarrassed blush rise on his cheeks. âI made my sibling my entire life up until this point, I think I know how motherâs whose children are gone now feel. Especially with two of them passed awayâ.Â
Sozal feels a little glad that Keevah was forgiving in the fact that his situation wasnât a very bright one. It was honest, and that was what he cared about. This makes the larger man feel a bit better, and his hand shifts to return the soft grip. He doesnât move from that stance as he listens to Keevah tell his own story, and Sozal realizes that he really likes it when Keevah smiles, it brings his own smile to his features, and a soft rumble comes from him with a knowing look.Â
âIt seems we have very much in common, then.â He states quietly, and realizes that they could both find comfort in each other. They knew each otherâs pain and somehow that was very liberating. He squeezes Keevahâs hand a little tighter, comfortingly so. He couldnât imagine the pain heâd feel if it was confirmed that Razok was dead. Heâd have lost the only person in this universe that he truly cared about.Â
He brushes his thumb over Keevahâs, offering a faint smile as he tilts his head a bit. âIâm sorry for your loss, Keevah. Iâm sure that your siblings are watching over you now, and are proud of you.â
He pauses, looking thoughtful for a moment. âThereâs an old spiritual saying, from my grandfatherâs people. UrâSephyr, saâal nama. UrâKylphar, saâal tyrdaka. UrâDetra, saâal deâ Harukyl. In life, you are loved. In death, you are remembered. In Spirit, you are a guardian.â
They were words to live by, and he hopes that Keevah will feel comfort in knowing that heâs protected by the spirits of his siblings. He also hopes that their spirits are at rest, knowing theyâll always be loved and remembered.
Keevah was enamored by the galra across from him. There was a certain calmness he felt enter him when Sozal spoke, and the depth of his expressions made his heart beat a little harder. The small brush of their fingers together made him release a breath he had never realized he took. A genuine care coming from the words of comfort for the siblings he lost. He missed them, all of them, dead or otherwise. Perhaps this what he needs, and the realization seems to hit him like a brick.Â
âIt seems to me your grandfatherâs people were wiseâ he spoke softly, gaze fixated on their hands as he was unsure of if he could keep his composure to look at the otherâs eyes.Â
He took a steadying breath and looked up after only a few moments. He found himself smiling, a bit forced from his emotional tremors, but still comfortable.Â
âMaybe a lighter subject would be best to move on toâ he suggested?
