The question stings, but echoes in his own head—something has been wrong with him for a very long time, bent into shapes that he can't seem to right again. That part must be what urges for retaliation, to take Claude's words as a thinly veiled threat and to strike first.
But he shakes his head stubbornly. ]
That's no reason to be afraid.
[ He's never been wary of strangers, and Claude is more than that. Perhaps what's more frightening is realizing they've spent this much time together and he still knows so little. He hasn't given very much, and likewise, has been offered little in return.
You've really shared nothing with me.
Even so. Even so... it's important to have faith in people. In strangers, friends— in everyone inbetween. If Claude were going to hurt him somehow, then he would have already. They wouldn't be squeezing each other's hands like this—they'd have abandoned each other to look for the cauldron, or worse. He lets out a deep breath, a long and shaky exhale. ]
Claude...
[ Can I really ask him to trust me?
Either way, as luck would have it, the light grows just a little brighter as they grip each others hands, and something in the near distance illuminates just barely. The cauldron's faint outline is just ahead. ]
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The question stings, but echoes in his own head—something has been wrong with him for a very long time, bent into shapes that he can't seem to right again. That part must be what urges for retaliation, to take Claude's words as a thinly veiled threat and to strike first.
But he shakes his head stubbornly. ]
That's no reason to be afraid.
[ He's never been wary of strangers, and Claude is more than that. Perhaps what's more frightening is realizing they've spent this much time together and he still knows so little. He hasn't given very much, and likewise, has been offered little in return.
You've really shared nothing with me.
Even so. Even so... it's important to have faith in people. In strangers, friends— in everyone inbetween. If Claude were going to hurt him somehow, then he would have already. They wouldn't be squeezing each other's hands like this—they'd have abandoned each other to look for the cauldron, or worse. He lets out a deep breath, a long and shaky exhale. ]
Claude...
[ Can I really ask him to trust me?
Either way, as luck would have it, the light grows just a little brighter as they grip each others hands, and something in the near distance illuminates just barely. The cauldron's faint outline is just ahead. ]