[He's listening as closely as he can to her reaction, the emotions and memories this brings up, the ways in which he might still connect now that he's said what he had to say.]
So did you. You still are. Turned toward you, they are less afraid.
[ The Spire is more and more distant every day. The ache is less biting, the memory of blood less jarring- all that fear and helpless anger simmers still but is curtailed by the good she's managed here-
And the thought she'd had to possibly returning. There were records, books, resources that might yet remain. Reason enough to try to return. ]
You are helping as well, in your own way. Turnips in the hearth, spiderwebs for the healers. Little things. [ little, strange things she's heard. ] That is you, yes?
[ It should probably be disconcerting- that he wishes to linger for her memories, that he can hear them or feel them- but in Cole there is much that reminds her of Compassion for so many reasons.
It is difficult to explain why she is so unafraid and thus, she never truly attempts to do so. ]
[It's true, Rhys had never been hated by many that Cole could tell... although the suspicions which had sprung up around him hadn't helped his favorability. Cole knows he's to blame for that.]
...They were afraid. I was as well but- it did not seem much like him from what I knew. But when everything you are told seems to mean one thing- for the sake of an easy answer? People believe strange and horrible things. Even when they ought to know better.
[ Rhys still had his supporters- but the whole Spire had been caught up in this fearful grip. It became easy to want a simple solution, one mage that needed to be handled so the rest of them might go back to their easier lives. ]
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[He's listening as closely as he can to her reaction, the emotions and memories this brings up, the ways in which he might still connect now that he's said what he had to say.]
So did you. You still are. Turned toward you, they are less afraid.
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And the thought she'd had to possibly returning. There were records, books, resources that might yet remain. Reason enough to try to return. ]
You are helping as well, in your own way. Turnips in the hearth, spiderwebs for the healers. Little things. [ little, strange things she's heard. ] That is you, yes?
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[Yes, that was him. She understands the purpose of the spiderwebs, so he only opts to explain the turnips.]
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[ Just as good as a knife in a fight, these small kindnesses. ]
It's good of you, even if we do not always understand the why until later.
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[ She says with a smile, faintly amused. ]
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[And although he's said it once already, he's going to say it again:]
Thank you for understanding.
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[ This is what friends do for one another. ]
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[...]
Would you mind if I stayed, just for a little while? I like your memories of Rhys. They're small, but they're real. Not a lot of people knew him.
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[ It should probably be disconcerting- that he wishes to linger for her memories, that he can hear them or feel them- but in Cole there is much that reminds her of Compassion for so many reasons.
It is difficult to explain why she is so unafraid and thus, she never truly attempts to do so. ]
He was well liked, I know that for certain.
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[It's true, Rhys had never been hated by many that Cole could tell... although the suspicions which had sprung up around him hadn't helped his favorability. Cole knows he's to blame for that.]
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[ Rhys still had his supporters- but the whole Spire had been caught up in this fearful grip. It became easy to want a simple solution, one mage that needed to be handled so the rest of them might go back to their easier lives. ]