[She shakes her head between his hands. Neither of them trusted the other—he thought that she was ignoring him, she thought he didn't love her anymore and thus, sought it from someone else. That rift was already there long before either of them could do anything about it. Long before either of them even knew that it existed at all...
But in the end, as she sees it, it was her who refused. He had asked her to leave with him, and she refused. Not because she didn't trust him, but because she was too blinded by her loyalty, too indebted, and too afraid of what it meant. She was afraid of losing everything that shaped her into who she was, all the things that kept her from drowning again. She was afraid of what freedom meant, of the unknown... so scared that she couldn't trust him in the end because of it.
It's her turn to lean in and kiss him, firmly and desperately, sealing some unsaid promise between them.]
Let me make it up to you, Cidolfus... For not believing in you...
[In his words, his cause, his dreams... Dreams that she now understands were also for her.]
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But in the end, as she sees it, it was her who refused. He had asked her to leave with him, and she refused. Not because she didn't trust him, but because she was too blinded by her loyalty, too indebted, and too afraid of what it meant. She was afraid of losing everything that shaped her into who she was, all the things that kept her from drowning again. She was afraid of what freedom meant, of the unknown... so scared that she couldn't trust him in the end because of it.
It's her turn to lean in and kiss him, firmly and desperately, sealing some unsaid promise between them.]
Let me make it up to you, Cidolfus... For not believing in you...
[In his words, his cause, his dreams... Dreams that she now understands were also for her.]
Let us make up for it all...