[And truth be told, he wasn't asking for any promises. There wasn't a single promise in his life that hadn't been broken, not one. His father's vows that tomorrow, tomorrow perhaps he'll have time for his only son. The promises of the doctors that one more medicine will help his mother's health. His promise with Natalia. His promise with Luke. Everything that Van had ever told him.
Not one. Not even Guy's. And he knew it, just as Guy did- Luceti didn't allow for promises.
But the words were nice, even for now. Because he had no doubts that Guy meant it, that he genuinely wanted to keep that promise.]
...There's no point in making promises.
[There's no conviction in his voice, though, and no mockery. He accepts the promise for what it is, and the hands around his give it more solidity than any words could. Words meant nothing, words were lies.
The hands around his meant it was true- because they were both still here to believe in them.]
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Not one. Not even Guy's. And he knew it, just as Guy did- Luceti didn't allow for promises.
But the words were nice, even for now. Because he had no doubts that Guy meant it, that he genuinely wanted to keep that promise.]
...There's no point in making promises.
[There's no conviction in his voice, though, and no mockery. He accepts the promise for what it is, and the hands around his give it more solidity than any words could. Words meant nothing, words were lies.
The hands around his meant it was true- because they were both still here to believe in them.]