[were it Melqal, it would have been easier to decide what to do. after all, their relationship itself had been much more established, and it wouldn't feel odd to just be a little... selfish, he supposes. but it's not, and that gives him pause.
indeed, what history must this young man have fallen upon that he's so ready to give up on himself? Rena has never been perfect, but this...]
... do you think that opinion is shared by anyone here past yourself, Dohalim?
[the words are stern, but not cold, and the knit of the man's brows echoes his concern. his hands remain laced in front of him, partly because he's not confident he wouldn't reach out and shaketouch Dohalim otherwise.]
I know not what history you've beheld to make you so eager to run away from it, but I do not believe life is so inconsequential that one should simply give it up. I recognise that I cannot force you to do anything, but you have continued to live on thus far, so I can see no benefit to the loss of such a tenacious individual. ... If nothing else, it does seem that you can ask Melqal his thoughts on the matter as it stands.
[as someone who, for the most part, cannot die, he can acknowledge his own bias. his mistakes will never fade into obscurity, and the option to simply disappear from the forefront of it... well, it's ludicrous. maybe that's why it takes him a moment to find all the words, to soften the edges of them just enough to bear his disappointment without turning to ridicule.]
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indeed, what history must this young man have fallen upon that he's so ready to give up on himself? Rena has never been perfect, but this...]
... do you think that opinion is shared by anyone here past yourself, Dohalim?
[the words are stern, but not cold, and the knit of the man's brows echoes his concern. his hands remain laced in front of him, partly because he's not confident he wouldn't reach out and
shaketouch Dohalim otherwise.]I know not what history you've beheld to make you so eager to run away from it, but I do not believe life is so inconsequential that one should simply give it up. I recognise that I cannot force you to do anything, but you have continued to live on thus far, so I can see no benefit to the loss of such a tenacious individual. ... If nothing else, it does seem that you can ask Melqal his thoughts on the matter as it stands.
[as someone who, for the most part, cannot die, he can acknowledge his own bias. his mistakes will never fade into obscurity, and the option to simply disappear from the forefront of it... well, it's ludicrous. maybe that's why it takes him a moment to find all the words, to soften the edges of them just enough to bear his disappointment without turning to ridicule.]