"I don't thank you enough, cyar'ika. But it's only because I don't know how to even begin. Do you remember, that day at the pond, we talked about - happiness, and hope, and pain. And why people choose to live. I wanted to die when I met you."
His voice is soft, steady, a smooth cadence to match the brushing of his fingertips, the slow steadying out of their mutual heartbeats.
"I'd wanted to die for hundreds of years. I was - very quietly, very angry, that the ship wouldn't let me. I'd earned it, and I was denied. I'm - willing to live, for the mission. For all the vod'ike. But I want to live because I have you."
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"I don't thank you enough, cyar'ika. But it's only because I don't know how to even begin. Do you remember, that day at the pond, we talked about - happiness, and hope, and pain. And why people choose to live. I wanted to die when I met you."
His voice is soft, steady, a smooth cadence to match the brushing of his fingertips, the slow steadying out of their mutual heartbeats.
"I'd wanted to die for hundreds of years. I was - very quietly, very angry, that the ship wouldn't let me. I'd earned it, and I was denied. I'm - willing to live, for the mission. For all the vod'ike. But I want to live because I have you."