She shook her head, once more paused by his questioning. It seemed to be the only thing that really worked to keep her in his midst.
A part of her had wanted to stay. To see what could be said or done. To find some form of closure - if even that. But it was very painful to see him, much less to speak with him. And to think in spite of all that had happened, he still seemed to want her companionship.
Yet it was never him saying he wanted to go. It was always her telling him to leave.
"It isn't what I call him," Ziio admitted. "It seems to be the name he has chosen. He can be called as he wishes to be." But she would still call him by his given name. It was the only way she could address him. His name meant so much, after all, and was such a symbol of his strength and history.
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A part of her had wanted to stay. To see what could be said or done. To find some form of closure - if even that. But it was very painful to see him, much less to speak with him. And to think in spite of all that had happened, he still seemed to want her companionship.
Yet it was never him saying he wanted to go. It was always her telling him to leave.
"It isn't what I call him," Ziio admitted. "It seems to be the name he has chosen. He can be called as he wishes to be." But she would still call him by his given name. It was the only way she could address him. His name meant so much, after all, and was such a symbol of his strength and history.