'Cause either I get there or don't, Those are both things that I know
His surprise has her stiffening a bit, not realizing that her understanding - daresay, approval - would be so unanticipated. But perhaps it makes sense. She could be angry for Safrin; she could lecture him on what a stupid, impulsive decision it was... but she gets the idea that it wasn't so impulsive. It seemed like Frey offered him a lot; his losses would be far fewer than his gains. Even if Safrin's wrath had rained down upon him as if the cosmos had burst.
"Safrin is... manipulative - and dramatic," a smile curves along her lips, amused and sad all at once, until she blinks it away, "you made a choice, and you deserve that freedom." The very thing Aurelia is realizing she also deserves. As does anyone mixed up in all this mess. She watches the way he falls internally, hurt clouding her own eyes. Her hand falls away from her chest, wanting to reach out to him but to instead lay limp at her side once again. "I think Frey was right," is what she says instead. She didn't know the herald, but she didn't need to in this instance. "You should trust them," even if only on principle.
And she reveals the truth to him, promises made that would need revising now that he'd have no part in the war. But his gaze snaps up to her and he apologizes, as if it's his fault in any way. Then he's stepping back, away, and she steps forward as if to try and pull him back just in that alone. "No, Sunjata, I don't want you to be sorry. I didn't want to tell you because I thought it was better you didn't know. But now... well, I thought you should. There are more than just gods looking out for you. And more of us should be looking to each other for help..." She tilts her head, lips forming a hard line before she adds, "Wessex is reasonable, she'll understand that our agreement will need to change. And I'm sure we can settle on something else, considering how I've just helped her and the Ascended... risked my neck while I was at it," she sighs heavily, glancing away at a Flinthopper as it leaps past her ankles, "Not that I blame her for that. It was my choice, really."
"Safrin is... manipulative - and dramatic," a smile curves along her lips, amused and sad all at once, until she blinks it away, "you made a choice, and you deserve that freedom." The very thing Aurelia is realizing she also deserves. As does anyone mixed up in all this mess. She watches the way he falls internally, hurt clouding her own eyes. Her hand falls away from her chest, wanting to reach out to him but to instead lay limp at her side once again. "I think Frey was right," is what she says instead. She didn't know the herald, but she didn't need to in this instance. "You should trust them," even if only on principle.
And she reveals the truth to him, promises made that would need revising now that he'd have no part in the war. But his gaze snaps up to her and he apologizes, as if it's his fault in any way. Then he's stepping back, away, and she steps forward as if to try and pull him back just in that alone. "No, Sunjata, I don't want you to be sorry. I didn't want to tell you because I thought it was better you didn't know. But now... well, I thought you should. There are more than just gods looking out for you. And more of us should be looking to each other for help..." She tilts her head, lips forming a hard line before she adds, "Wessex is reasonable, she'll understand that our agreement will need to change. And I'm sure we can settle on something else, considering how I've just helped her and the Ascended... risked my neck while I was at it," she sighs heavily, glancing away at a Flinthopper as it leaps past her ankles, "Not that I blame her for that. It was my choice, really."
Aurelia
