He wondered at the ring, his curiosity dulled but not yet overcome, but prying secrets was a dangerous game with consequences he wasn't ready to risk. Not yet, at least, not with anger and blame and guilt still so close to the surface between them. The price of prying might well end this tentative truce, brokered more by exhaustion than a readiness to accept apologies so recently given; neither of them were what they had been before, and neither would likely live to be what they had been again. Deepfrost was fast approaching and answers were as far away as the moon and stars.
Even the stars were blackened by the blight-struck goddess, were they not?
The Cloister had been a day of disappointment in so many ways for so many people. He still did not regret his swift and wordless attack on Deimos, the Sword defenseless without his Shield to hide behind. He thought he had regretted what he had done to Ianto and Melita, but that had been days and weeks ago, before he had felt quite so weary of it all.
"...Before that, I think," he admitted, reluctant only in his uncertainty. "Though I'm not sure. I didn't know what it was until Ludo told me, in Leafchange." Things had been brighter, then. He had believed, still, that a cure might be found. Now... He couldn't give up. He had made too many promises. But here with someone who knew what it was like, at least he didn't have to pretend. They could focus on other things, however small. "At the puppet show... I liked your Ludo." It was a peace offering, but a sincere one. "Have you met them many times before?"
Even the stars were blackened by the blight-struck goddess, were they not?
The Cloister had been a day of disappointment in so many ways for so many people. He still did not regret his swift and wordless attack on Deimos, the Sword defenseless without his Shield to hide behind. He thought he had regretted what he had done to Ianto and Melita, but that had been days and weeks ago, before he had felt quite so weary of it all.
"...Before that, I think," he admitted, reluctant only in his uncertainty. "Though I'm not sure. I didn't know what it was until Ludo told me, in Leafchange." Things had been brighter, then. He had believed, still, that a cure might be found. Now... He couldn't give up. He had made too many promises. But here with someone who knew what it was like, at least he didn't have to pretend. They could focus on other things, however small. "At the puppet show... I liked your Ludo." It was a peace offering, but a sincere one. "Have you met them many times before?"
