[Man, really? If he would of rested more they could've fought now???? So unfair!!! Why can't his body just heal faster anyway????
But somehow he doubts that, only because he's the only one who truly understands the extent of his injuries right now. Even if he hadn't played with the kids of the House of the Hearth and gone out searching for Master Skirk, he doubts he'd be in a real position to try to be able to spar with her at the level he would have liked. He'd still do it if she allowed, and have fun, but he knows he's severely limited at the moment. Guess he'll have to man up and take it easy :(]
Yeah. I guess it's really not bad at all, haha.
[Tartaglia's laugh makes him cough through it, but his words soften in light of the expression she's giving him, her tease lightening his own heart. So often he has to be a little careful, always making sure that he doesn't cross any lines that don't need to be crossed with her, knowing one day he would probably have to do it again, while still maintaining the warm, genuine friendship he has with her despite everything.
Sometimes he hates it. He hates that he can't just have it all, even if he's aware that he's already getting to have his cake and eat it with the Traveler. But even he has to ask himself what that means to him- and now, sitting atop this high point in Fontaine with Lumine smiling at him in a way that he only gets to imagine in his dreams, his emotions swirl in a way that makes him wonder why he doesn't just reach out to her, take her hand, and pull her close...]
This might be the last chance either of us get to see a sight like this for a while. I...
[His voice trails off for a moment, looking out towards the water, his chest tightening with a buzzing that finds itself nestling there, and he has to fight off another cough that threatens to ruin the moment. Words fall from his mouth that he doesn't really understand, but it feels right for this moment in time, confusing feelings clouding his reason along with the sight of her sitting next to him. It cuts a picturesque scene in front of him the expanse of shimmering water behind a star that illuminates the world around her.]
...I'd hate to waste it, you know? I want to make this special, before we part.
LOCKS PAIMON IN THE TEAPOT
But somehow he doubts that, only because he's the only one who truly understands the extent of his injuries right now. Even if he hadn't played with the kids of the House of the Hearth and gone out searching for Master Skirk, he doubts he'd be in a real position to try to be able to spar with her at the level he would have liked. He'd still do it if she allowed, and have fun, but he knows he's severely limited at the moment. Guess he'll have to man up and take it easy :(]
Yeah. I guess it's really not bad at all, haha.
[Tartaglia's laugh makes him cough through it, but his words soften in light of the expression she's giving him, her tease lightening his own heart. So often he has to be a little careful, always making sure that he doesn't cross any lines that don't need to be crossed with her, knowing one day he would probably have to do it again, while still maintaining the warm, genuine friendship he has with her despite everything.
Sometimes he hates it. He hates that he can't just have it all, even if he's aware that he's already getting to have his cake and eat it with the Traveler. But even he has to ask himself what that means to him- and now, sitting atop this high point in Fontaine with Lumine smiling at him in a way that he only gets to imagine in his dreams, his emotions swirl in a way that makes him wonder why he doesn't just reach out to her, take her hand, and pull her close...]
This might be the last chance either of us get to see a sight like this for a while. I...
[His voice trails off for a moment, looking out towards the water, his chest tightening with a buzzing that finds itself nestling there, and he has to fight off another cough that threatens to ruin the moment. Words fall from his mouth that he doesn't really understand, but it feels right for this moment in time, confusing feelings clouding his reason along with the sight of her sitting next to him. It cuts a picturesque scene in front of him the expanse of shimmering water behind a star that illuminates the world around her.]
...I'd hate to waste it, you know? I want to make this special, before we part.