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He rubbed the back of his neck, something tight and aching in his chest as she asked for his forgiveness. His voice was quieter when he finally spoke.
"If you ever said anything that hurt me, it was only because you were trying to protect yourself from something I said or did first. I suppose you were the only thing around that I perceived to be weaker than I was." He let out a slow breath, shaking his head. "I was wrong about that too. I think I spent so much time trying to be what our father wanted us to be—what Rivain expected—that I lost sight of everything else. I've no fucking idea who I actually am when I'm not around them." His gaze flickered to hers, uncertain. "I'm sorry. Maybe we can agree to forgive each other… and start over."
There was too much history between them, too many wounds neither of them had meant to leave. Too much of his own self-loathing he had used her to cover up.
When she spoke of her past with Fionn, the name alone sent a bitter, burning rage curling in his gut. He swallowed hard against it. Before he even realised what he was doing, his hand reached for her face, fingers tilting her chin until her golden eyes met his.
"Fionn has never cared about anything but himself," he said, his voice low, firm. "And you deserve so much better than any of us." His thumb brushed the curve of her cheek, his touch lingering. "If you had ended up a miserable wife to any male, I would have freed you from it. And if you ever feel trapped with me, I’d free you from that too.. You’ll have the peace and happiness you want. One way or another, Vess. I swear it."
His gaze held hers, unflinching, something in the air shifting as he spoke, as though the world itself had heard his promise.
His hand fell away as she asked the question of what he had stolen. His answer was quiet. Simple. But it weighed heavy in the space between them.
"My mother."
When she spoke of searching for someone who could help with his runes, he nodded, glancing away for a moment. "That’s why I’ve been gone as long as I have. Searching.." His voice was rougher now, carrying the weight of all the dead ends, the frustration, the longing. He sat forward, resting his arms on his knees, and finally turned to look at her again,
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he exhaled, deep and steady.
"The whole world," he echoed with a nod.
"If you ever said anything that hurt me, it was only because you were trying to protect yourself from something I said or did first. I suppose you were the only thing around that I perceived to be weaker than I was." He let out a slow breath, shaking his head. "I was wrong about that too. I think I spent so much time trying to be what our father wanted us to be—what Rivain expected—that I lost sight of everything else. I've no fucking idea who I actually am when I'm not around them." His gaze flickered to hers, uncertain. "I'm sorry. Maybe we can agree to forgive each other… and start over."
There was too much history between them, too many wounds neither of them had meant to leave. Too much of his own self-loathing he had used her to cover up.
When she spoke of her past with Fionn, the name alone sent a bitter, burning rage curling in his gut. He swallowed hard against it. Before he even realised what he was doing, his hand reached for her face, fingers tilting her chin until her golden eyes met his.
"Fionn has never cared about anything but himself," he said, his voice low, firm. "And you deserve so much better than any of us." His thumb brushed the curve of her cheek, his touch lingering. "If you had ended up a miserable wife to any male, I would have freed you from it. And if you ever feel trapped with me, I’d free you from that too.. You’ll have the peace and happiness you want. One way or another, Vess. I swear it."
His gaze held hers, unflinching, something in the air shifting as he spoke, as though the world itself had heard his promise.
His hand fell away as she asked the question of what he had stolen. His answer was quiet. Simple. But it weighed heavy in the space between them.
"My mother."
When she spoke of searching for someone who could help with his runes, he nodded, glancing away for a moment. "That’s why I’ve been gone as long as I have. Searching.." His voice was rougher now, carrying the weight of all the dead ends, the frustration, the longing. He sat forward, resting his arms on his knees, and finally turned to look at her again,
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he exhaled, deep and steady.
"The whole world," he echoed with a nod.