[He startles, staring at her in surprise. Not all miracles are made of magic. He didn't forget, this time, not really, but...
But he'd been selfish. He looks down at his hand again, struck dumb by such simple words as 'you are as you are'. His lips twitch into a more thoughtful frown and he clenches his fist, a flex of will shattering the magic between his fingers.
Brushing his hand against his pants to dislodge the remaining frost, Nyx gives her a tight smile.]
You're right. I keep expecting a war to knock on our walls and it's made me paranoid. [Not entirely the problem, but he can't vocalize what's exactly wrong. Especially not without giving himself time to mull it over.] I'm not the "Hero" anymore. I don't have to be right at the top.
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But he'd been selfish. He looks down at his hand again, struck dumb by such simple words as 'you are as you are'. His lips twitch into a more thoughtful frown and he clenches his fist, a flex of will shattering the magic between his fingers.
Brushing his hand against his pants to dislodge the remaining frost, Nyx gives her a tight smile.]
You're right. I keep expecting a war to knock on our walls and it's made me paranoid. [Not entirely the problem, but he can't vocalize what's exactly wrong. Especially not without giving himself time to mull it over.] I'm not the "Hero" anymore. I don't have to be right at the top.