[Not the divine efforts of the oracle herself, chosen and ordained by the gods nor those of a loyal adviser hell bent upon saving his king had been to stop death from taking him. This one person who was apparently of such great importance, yet he could not yet see or understand why. Why had so many given their own lives for the very possibility of saving his? The guilt of it was almost more than he could take.
There was nothing about him that was worth this. Luna should have tried to save herself. Should have saved her strength, healed her own wounds instead of channeling it all into him. Instead of giving him such power, instead of trying to protect him against the imperial onslaught.
What would his life have been worth without everyone he ever loved in it? Without Luna? Without Ignis? How was he supposed to have just gone on knowing everything that had been sacrificed for him? It was difficult enough now, being here and knowing that it had all failed. He couldn't bring himself to imagine if they had succeeded.
He half expects her to disappear before he's able to touch her. But she doesn't. She's real and warm beneath his touch and his hold tightens, one arm slipping down about her waist as the other stays at her shoulders. His head bows and his brings it down to bury it within the heat of her neck. Tries to take in everything about her, about this moment in case it is only a dream that he's going to suddenly wake from. How long had he longed to hug her? To touch her? To show her that affection they were both missing.
No reason to apologize, she says, and it's almost enough to break the dam of emotions that he's trying to hold back because he doesn't want it to all come pouring out onto her.]
No. This isn't your fault, Luna. You did... you did everything for me. And I let you down.
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There was nothing about him that was worth this. Luna should have tried to save herself. Should have saved her strength, healed her own wounds instead of channeling it all into him. Instead of giving him such power, instead of trying to protect him against the imperial onslaught.
What would his life have been worth without everyone he ever loved in it? Without Luna? Without Ignis? How was he supposed to have just gone on knowing everything that had been sacrificed for him? It was difficult enough now, being here and knowing that it had all failed. He couldn't bring himself to imagine if they had succeeded.
He half expects her to disappear before he's able to touch her. But she doesn't. She's real and warm beneath his touch and his hold tightens, one arm slipping down about her waist as the other stays at her shoulders. His head bows and his brings it down to bury it within the heat of her neck. Tries to take in everything about her, about this moment in case it is only a dream that he's going to suddenly wake from. How long had he longed to hug her? To touch her? To show her that affection they were both missing.
No reason to apologize, she says, and it's almost enough to break the dam of emotions that he's trying to hold back because he doesn't want it to all come pouring out onto her.]
No. This isn't your fault, Luna. You did... you did everything for me. And I let you down.