i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
He can’t seem to help the grin that stretches his lips at her wryly teasing response. But then, he seemed to have developed quite the talent for plucking out the uncomfortable truths and shining a light on them. A talent he only found himself leaning into rather than shying away from.
Though he can see the discomfort and worry her teasing tried so hard to hide filtering through the space around her, he is not privy to her thoughts. Cannot know that these are things she tries so hard to avoid considering. He might have held himself in check had he known. But then, he might not have either. He has never been very good at doing the sensible thing.
When she continues, his grin slowly fades as he nods his understanding. Then, with a shrug, he quips easily, “That’s what I do.”
He may not be a beacon of hope, but he still manages to house plenty of it in his breast. A buoy that keeps him afloat through his darkest and strangest musings (though, as time would undoubtedly tell, they could get far stranger and darker).
“I’m glad we met Maze,” he continues after a moment, head tilting slightly as another grin quirks his lips. He moves then to slip past her before pausing to add, “Watch out for those tree branches!”
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@[Mazikeen] I would LOVE for them to meet again!!