[Anything that he could say dies immediately on his tongue, because the quiet observation that James has made strikes far closer than he'd thought possible. It isn't so much memory as it is a sensation, a knowing, that tugs at the back of his brain incessantly. One that he hasn't entertained in decades.
There's a lump in his throat and he swallows hard to try to clear it away. It's what's left unsaid between the both of them that cuts deep, and he ever so wants to allow the tiny spark of hope within him to be correct.]
Told you I wouldn't leave you.
[The words are quiet, rough with emotion that's been carefully repressed for many a year.]
Made my way across the drink to make sure of that.
[Across the ocean after the great war had ended, with no plan and only a name to chase. Yor had done his job well, and searching had proven fruitless and with every passing year it grew harder and harder to even catch whispers or rumors of reaper activity.]
no subject
[Anything that he could say dies immediately on his tongue, because the quiet observation that James has made strikes far closer than he'd thought possible. It isn't so much memory as it is a sensation, a knowing, that tugs at the back of his brain incessantly. One that he hasn't entertained in decades.
There's a lump in his throat and he swallows hard to try to clear it away. It's what's left unsaid between the both of them that cuts deep, and he ever so wants to allow the tiny spark of hope within him to be correct.]
Told you I wouldn't leave you.
[The words are quiet, rough with emotion that's been carefully repressed for many a year.]
Made my way across the drink to make sure of that.
[Across the ocean after the great war had ended, with no plan and only a name to chase. Yor had done his job well, and searching had proven fruitless and with every passing year it grew harder and harder to even catch whispers or rumors of reaper activity.]