[ he regrets mentioning his master's name, regrets that it caused that flash of pain and fear on this lancer's face. he would never, never seek to stand between a servant and his master-- even if that master wears his lover's face. ]
I regret mentioning it. [ he shakes his head once, decisive. ] My master is dead. Yours is not he. I would not-- [ his chest hurts, for a moment too painful to speak. too painful to breathe. his master, his waver.. the boy, the man he'd loved, gone forever.
gloved fists clench at his sides, and he lifts his chin, expressionless and cold. it's all he can do, the only way he knows how to cope with it. ] I believe that you will take care of him.
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[ he regrets mentioning his master's name, regrets that it caused that flash of pain and fear on this lancer's face. he would never, never seek to stand between a servant and his master-- even if that master wears his lover's face. ]
I regret mentioning it. [ he shakes his head once, decisive. ] My master is dead. Yours is not he. I would not-- [ his chest hurts, for a moment too painful to speak. too painful to breathe. his master, his waver.. the boy, the man he'd loved, gone forever.
gloved fists clench at his sides, and he lifts his chin, expressionless and cold. it's all he can do, the only way he knows how to cope with it. ] I believe that you will take care of him.