and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
He hasn't thought of it like that: that soft values might've been the reason he was asked to perform that task. It doesn't strike him as quite the Voicey thing to do—he'd spent his time musing about the limitations of her power instead, that it was something she simply couldn't do, for some reason. "Probably," he says hesitantly after a moment. And yet.. Ascended didn't seem quite so controversial these days. "It's not something I would've thought she'd.. take into consideration. I mean—she's far from heartless, just practical. Maybe there was something else she had to do at the same time."It takes him a little by surprise how relieved he is to hear she'd make the same choice again. In a world that demonizes you it easy to start to doubt. "I'm really glad to hear that, actually," he says, still soft, looking back to the clean windowsill as if a little ashamed of this momentary weakness.
His own Ascension, though... A crooked little smile makes its way onto his face as he peeks up at her. They are fond memories of better times. "Oh, I remember. The Voice was a friend of mine. We'd talked a fair bit about it while she was working on the process, and when she felt confident in it..." He shrugs, slightly. "It seemed natural to go through with it, when she offered."
Aamu
