He gave a short grunt of amusement against her. It's because he quoted it from a 1949 musical that Carbon is a little too obsessed with. A Sage. He could never be a sage. But... maybe he was close. Close to something of a Sage. Before he threw it all away.
"I suppose you could say... I'm a servant of the Spirits. Or at least I once was." It was a bit easier to tell of his past this time, even if it was very nonspecific how he spoke, not identifying the Spirits by their name, not even clear if he was being serious or not. But he didn't lift his head, so his expression couldn't be read. He continued letting himself be cradled, only shifting his head slightly to somewhat mask his face in that curtain of red hair.
It was still hard. Still hard to talk about himself. Easier than it was, sure, but why was he even doing this? Why, when part of him was afraid that he was already too vulnerable in this situation, after having admitted that he loved her? He should have used up his stash of vulnerability for the day.
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It's because he quoted it from a 1949 musical that Carbon is a little too obsessed with.A Sage. He could never be a sage. But... maybe he was close. Close to something of a Sage. Before he threw it all away."I suppose you could say... I'm a servant of the Spirits. Or at least I once was." It was a bit easier to tell of his past this time, even if it was very nonspecific how he spoke, not identifying the Spirits by their name, not even clear if he was being serious or not. But he didn't lift his head, so his expression couldn't be read. He continued letting himself be cradled, only shifting his head slightly to somewhat mask his face in that curtain of red hair.
It was still hard. Still hard to talk about himself. Easier than it was, sure, but why was he even doing this? Why, when part of him was afraid that he was already too vulnerable in this situation, after having admitted that he loved her? He should have used up his stash of vulnerability for the day.