I will fight the end
It was strange, in some ways, to find it relieving to hear her say it was nothing to do with Aoife. To know that Seren's existence was in no way linked to his firstborn, to a budding life that had not been given a chance to properly bloom... it meant that he could - at last - relax in the knowledge that his second daughter had no boots to fill, no legacy to uphold. Ronin watched as Safrin slid down from her window sill, moving with all the grace of something fae or celestial, and he had to stop himself from staring even now.
His lips parted to speak, to ask further questions - It didn't have to be me, and yet it did? How do you know I would have said no? Why didn't I get a choice? - but the words caught behind his tongue, and he found himself turning away from the door to face her properly, his cheeks colouring. "I have never been so angry," he confessed. "Or so low. I wanted to die," he said, knowing she already knew as much, but needing to hear the words himself.
But for all of her love and forgetfulness, for all of his despair and grief... there was still Seren. "She is brilliant, you know," he said quietly.
His lips parted to speak, to ask further questions - It didn't have to be me, and yet it did? How do you know I would have said no? Why didn't I get a choice? - but the words caught behind his tongue, and he found himself turning away from the door to face her properly, his cheeks colouring. "I have never been so angry," he confessed. "Or so low. I wanted to die," he said, knowing she already knew as much, but needing to hear the words himself.
But for all of her love and forgetfulness, for all of his despair and grief... there was still Seren. "She is brilliant, you know," he said quietly.
'til the end is here
