His vision went, again, to the ring of scar tissue around his wrist as he stroked Elisa's hair.
He had never had a scar before. And now he would never hold his beloved, would never stroke her hair as he was accustomed, without a reminder of the risks they faced.
It was an unsettling notion, even to someone who had never spent a night unprepared to die defending his home, his clan, if he had to. But it did not lessen the comfort of having this moment to hold his beloved safely in his arms.
He drew back to look her in the eyes as he stroked her hair. "I must fight for this crew. To do less would be to submit to the evil we witnessed today, and that I cannot abide - but know in your heart, that wherever I go in this universe, while our home is lost to us, you are my home. And I will never give up on returning to your side, not while any breath of life is left in me."
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He had never had a scar before. And now he would never hold his beloved, would never stroke her hair as he was accustomed, without a reminder of the risks they faced.
It was an unsettling notion, even to someone who had never spent a night unprepared to die defending his home, his clan, if he had to. But it did not lessen the comfort of having this moment to hold his beloved safely in his arms.
He drew back to look her in the eyes as he stroked her hair. "I must fight for this crew. To do less would be to submit to the evil we witnessed today, and that I cannot abide - but know in your heart, that wherever I go in this universe, while our home is lost to us, you are my home. And I will never give up on returning to your side, not while any breath of life is left in me."