[That Lailah tries to answer him without skirting around the topic or even just staying quiet means a lot. It also impressed upon him the gravity of all of her decision. She's not choosing to take him back lightly; she's seen this before. She's seen good, pure souls fall to darkness, and she's seen people crumble beneath the pressure of it and walk away. That she's offering to be his Prime Lord again, after what just happened, after all the heartbreak she must have suffered...
Sorey's lips trembles and this time, he leans forward to embrace her. He'd thought it before, when he first saw her in the chapel; how lonely it must be to sit in one place, waiting with her heart in her hands for someone who will see her, who will help her. Her dedication, her fortitude seems miles and miles above his. He was just a silly boy who dreamed about being a Shepherd after reading about them in books and stone.
She's made this journey a hundred times, and she'll make it a hundred more if she has to.
And that's what gives Sorey the first flicker of hope he's felt since everything started to go wrong. He'd felt the crushing weight of being one Shepherd in a line of many, in a neverending march of death, a cycle of putrefaction and purification that would continue until the end of times, or at least until the end of humans. His life is fleeting; a small handful of decades within thousands and hundreds of thousands of years. Maybe even millions of years, eventually. So maybe, in the grand scheme of things, his journey, his role as Shepherd means nothing.
But Lailah, Zaveid- all seraphim, they'll live on forever, barring other circumstances. And seraphim don't measure the world with time.
They do it by moments.]
I'm sorry for almost putting you through that again, [he whispers, pressing his hands flat against her back and tucking his head against hers.] I didn't want to scare you. I'm sorry.
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Sorey's lips trembles and this time, he leans forward to embrace her. He'd thought it before, when he first saw her in the chapel; how lonely it must be to sit in one place, waiting with her heart in her hands for someone who will see her, who will help her. Her dedication, her fortitude seems miles and miles above his. He was just a silly boy who dreamed about being a Shepherd after reading about them in books and stone.
She's made this journey a hundred times, and she'll make it a hundred more if she has to.
And that's what gives Sorey the first flicker of hope he's felt since everything started to go wrong. He'd felt the crushing weight of being one Shepherd in a line of many, in a neverending march of death, a cycle of putrefaction and purification that would continue until the end of times, or at least until the end of humans. His life is fleeting; a small handful of decades within thousands and hundreds of thousands of years. Maybe even millions of years, eventually. So maybe, in the grand scheme of things, his journey, his role as Shepherd means nothing.
But Lailah, Zaveid- all seraphim, they'll live on forever, barring other circumstances. And seraphim don't measure the world with time.
They do it by moments.]
I'm sorry for almost putting you through that again, [he whispers, pressing his hands flat against her back and tucking his head against hers.] I didn't want to scare you. I'm sorry.