asgardmeridiem | END OF ARC 1: DAY 169-170 DOWNTIME

[The first battle is over, but the second will begin any time. For two days, the enemy forces will remain on the other side of the battlefield, working on strategy and tending to their wounded. Both sides have taken heavy losses, and the Arena is full of the hurt and dying.

The battlefield itself has turned to a bloody, muddy mess. The elves will be asking the Army Engineers group and anyone else willing to help them lay timber and gravel out to make the ground easier to walk on for the next battle.

What will you do in your breathing space? Keep working, mourn your losses, or retreat from the horrors of war?]

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It's fine. [His reply is quiet as well, and he moves a hand up to pet through her hair. He's not too happy with the guilt present in her voice, so he gives a sigh in return. At least they've both come out of their little emotional breaks fairly quickly, even if there's still an immense amount of pain present.]

I like it when you're honest with your feelings.

[Naminé is nothing if not good at neglecting her own feelings, are burying them or working through them. It's something she had to learn from practically the beginning and something she's had much practice with. All the same, there's a slight stiffenig at his words, her hand slowing to a stop.]

[It's not hard to tell what she's thinking; that this isn't about real feelings, just-- she's not even sure what it would count as. Concern? Dislike of how things have to be? Could those be considered feelings, or are they other constructs, safe for her to lay claim to? She says nothing about it, even if her response is obvious, and slowly resumes the motion, letting out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. It's late and almost clumsy, but,]

... I... know I don't speak my mind very often. I'm-- sorry for that, too.

[Because clearly those were thoughts, but if he wants to call them feelings, it's just open enough--]

[Denial is something he doesn't want to deal with right now, not when they were both reacting to the reality of the situation. It's certainly a good thing that he's too tired to use his Telepathy because reading her thoughts would create a reaction far beyond annoyance. He might have actually been angry at her and gone into another emotional break, but he's not in a sound place of mind to think or react clearly at this point. There's too many heavy issues weighing on his mind, so at least he can deny her denial (despite the obvious reaction) and leave it at that.

It's still painful though, knowing that she still can't accept things the way they are. However, they're both like that at times. It's just that now that everything's ending...]

What if we had more time? Would you try?

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[All the better, then, that he is not in any position to do so. (Funny, how it almost seems like lying, not speaking that way, even if she isn't saying anything untrue. It's just this way he can't see everything, and for some reason a part of her is almost ashamed.)]

... If that was what was best... yes.

[It was never without reason that she didn't speak of such things; regardless of whether or not she deserved the care, she'd learned that her own troubles caused others sympathetic unhappiness, and among a few other things, that was what made her hold her tongue. But,]

I'd been thinking lately-- that maybe I should.

[Because she'd also experienced criticism for keeping things to herself, as well, and in that way also caused others discomfort. It seems like neither direction will do.]

[??? isn't the best one to ask when it comes to keeping things to himself. However, he's slowly let people in while still maintaining walls around Roxas' memories. While they do make up everything that he is and essentially who he is...it's never been his story to tell. He's let other people see his anger and pain, but they're very rare cases. Though, she knows that well enough that he's not exactly open either.]

...That's a good idea. [It really isn't a win-win situation.] Lea thinks we'll have more time.

[Oh boy, does she know. Her most precious creation is no mystery to her, after all. Even as he's experienced more and grown, he is still the person she already knew, just... further developed.]

[Even if she's not sure, herself, she nods slowly.] You're not the only one who thinks so. [Considering the original Roxas has been encouraging her to speak her mind, too. As for that last part, she's quiet for just a second, then,] Did he say why?

[It's good to know that others have been encouraging her as well, but for the question he shakes his head.] No...He just said there's still time.

Hm.

[She considers this, though it doesn't take her long.]

I... suppose it would be strange for them to actually send us back now, even with everything that's happened. [Even if there's no hard proof they won't, exactly.] But--... it's hard to know for sure. Maybe they will, maybe they won't. [And thus it's still prudent to spend what time they do have with those dearest to them, right?]

...Unless the other side wins. Then-- [Well, that goes unsaid. They won't be so lucky.]

The best we can do is do the best we can, but still... [There's no winning in this situation from how he's looking at it now.]

[She lets out a slow, quiet sigh. Then,]

We won't know until it happens. Good or bad.

[Or somewhere in-between. Having some idea of the future is a hard thing to let go of, in some ways, but she's learned to in this place.]

So for now... we just have to do what we can while we can.

[Like this, this being together thing.]

[Yes, this being together thing is pretty good.]

So the Gods get to run us into the ground once again. [He chuckles a little, though it's not meant to be in good humor.]

[It's a moment late, but she smiles at that chuckle, a touch wryly.]

If they wish, I suppose. Still, it wasn't without benefits before.

[Those opportunities she always keeps tight hold of. And if that was how it was before, maybe it'll stay that way.]

END OF ARC 1: DAY 169-170 DOWNTIME

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