[pain eases as Dohalim releases his hair, and there's the faintest hint of a shiver running down his spine at the relief. it's gone by the time Dohalim's forehead comes to rest against his shoulders, a different sort of weight keeping him in place. it feels better, at least... but for how long?]

... Because, as I said, I wish to put my trust in you. To lend you what stability I have, based upon the action I've observed.

Because, contrary to your belief, this is not something you deserve. One's history does not define what one must become... one's hardships are not innately unconscionable. That is what I believe, after all this time.

[what will he endure? what must he endure? it doesn't really matter. this isn't his first such contract, and it's one he knows will end in heartache. still...]

It may be selfish, but I want to see you continue to grow. To remember you, even if there is no escape from this path.

[because he doesn't know if there is one, but... he won't forget. he's never forgotten any of them. it's sentimental, but perhaps he's allowed that, after so many years.]