[He closes his eyes when she dries his hair, even lowering his head so that she has easier access while he gently dries her off in turn. By now he's neatly wrapped the towel around her in some courtesy and he looks up at her at her question.]
I do.
[And then a wane smile.]
Perhaps it's myself who I'm having difficulty believing in.
[Which he knows is stupid. He knows it's Ultima dragging out those old fears and doubts, turning a reasonable caution into something more. Though perhaps it's also the fact that such a doubt even existed that also bothers him.]
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I do.
[And then a wane smile.]
Perhaps it's myself who I'm having difficulty believing in.
[Which he knows is stupid. He knows it's Ultima dragging out those old fears and doubts, turning a reasonable caution into something more. Though perhaps it's also the fact that such a doubt even existed that also bothers him.]