and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
Has it only been a season? It feels like so much longer—maybe because he does not know the three hundred years in between, just moved from one second to the next. From one war to another. Paid the road toll in memories."You're probably right," he says after a moment, trying to take some small heart in her words. She would know better, wouldn't she? She's the doctor, after all. "It used to be a city, like.. y'know, the 'capital' of the east? Like Haulani is for Torchline. So you had that, the Citadel, Stormbreak, and .. whatever this place used to be called." His smile is vague and sad. Surely it should be recorded somewhere, unless the Order saw fit to purge all mention of it from the history books. "But all I can envision is Stormbreak."
He doesn't know what else to say without making it actually awkward. She seems to have understood the parallel, and he feels like that's more than he could've asked for. So his response is merely a shy smile, a little light in his eyes.
"I hope so too. I think... it would be nice." The next he adds after a second, in a quieter voice. "And probably be good for me."
Aamu
