[There is a risk, Myr knows, in speaking the truth so boldly about another person. Even when it's a kind truth, kindly meant, it can still hurt...
But it's that, or knowing each day Everett is torturing himself by comparison to a loveless monster. Myr's seldom had a choice in starker relief, and it strips the razor edge of guilt from knowing he's landed a blow. (Has made Everett cry, though he cannot see that, doesn't yet know it.) Oh, there is pain in him for his beloved's pain, and sorrow to have worsened it, but it's a healer's sorrow and not a soldier's, knowing mending could come of the wound.]
Flatterer, [he breathes through a smile that's nigh on tears itself, and:] Thank you, dearheart. For that, and for all you are and all you've shared with me.
[He believes in you, Everett, you see, and he is so very good at fervent, heartfelt belief.]
And, [because he is also very, very good at curiosity,] all you will yet.
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But it's that, or knowing each day Everett is torturing himself by comparison to a loveless monster. Myr's seldom had a choice in starker relief, and it strips the razor edge of guilt from knowing he's landed a blow. (Has made Everett cry, though he cannot see that, doesn't yet know it.) Oh, there is pain in him for his beloved's pain, and sorrow to have worsened it, but it's a healer's sorrow and not a soldier's, knowing mending could come of the wound.]
Flatterer, [he breathes through a smile that's nigh on tears itself, and:] Thank you, dearheart. For that, and for all you are and all you've shared with me.
[He believes in you, Everett, you see, and he is so very good at fervent, heartfelt belief.]
And, [because he is also very, very good at curiosity,] all you will yet.