Leave it to her to worry about the burden of knowing that, rather than the one of sharing it. He smiles, wide and bright because in all these hypotheticals she is always kind and thoughtful like few he knows. "Don't worry, I would definitely tell you, pinky promise." He unfurls one of his arms, pinky held aloft for her to claim. He pulls it back slightly though, seeming to remember, "BUT, you'll then be bound the sanctity of your client confidentiality, so no spilling them to the world, got it?" He's got not doubt of her ability to keep a secret, given he couldn't even get her to tell him the most vague hints at her favorite drama, which he's still sad about.
As for the rest? He hears what she's saying, but he can't help feeling for the first time like maybe she doesn't understand something, although likely it's still just him failing to. He can't blame her though, how could she know? She never met them. Him existing isn't enough to be a testament to Ampere and Gaucho, least of all when he's half-dunk in the woods every day. They had both been magnificent, powerful, and completely confident in all their decisions. Their memories have already begun to wane among the world, but they're still alive in his mind, and he wants to manage to rise up to the shadow they have cast.
"I think I always was afraid to try, because I knew my feet would be smaller than theirs, but I've decided the only way to know is to start following." He doesn't feel forced, never had even when they existed (not that he'd even known Gaucho for that reason). It's a weight he placed on himself, and no one he's taking off. His mind, his perceptions, his understanding have all changed from the brilliant boy who once so boldly refused to imagine pain. Now he's held it close for so long, he knows it fully, and he'll do whatever he can to hold it back from the rest.
As for the rest? He hears what she's saying, but he can't help feeling for the first time like maybe she doesn't understand something, although likely it's still just him failing to. He can't blame her though, how could she know? She never met them. Him existing isn't enough to be a testament to Ampere and Gaucho, least of all when he's half-dunk in the woods every day. They had both been magnificent, powerful, and completely confident in all their decisions. Their memories have already begun to wane among the world, but they're still alive in his mind, and he wants to manage to rise up to the shadow they have cast.
"I think I always was afraid to try, because I knew my feet would be smaller than theirs, but I've decided the only way to know is to start following." He doesn't feel forced, never had even when they existed (not that he'd even known Gaucho for that reason). It's a weight he placed on himself, and no one he's taking off. His mind, his perceptions, his understanding have all changed from the brilliant boy who once so boldly refused to imagine pain. Now he's held it close for so long, he knows it fully, and he'll do whatever he can to hold it back from the rest.
Iskra
