Take care, when you do. This world isn't like those we've come from.
[He will not threaten, nor make explicit that he would stand in Mello's way if he could, should the other man truly intend something akin to murder. This isn't the time for that argument, with a hideous grief thick between them; and besides, Myr's an inkling--given Linden--that his standing on that point here and now would not be an effective deterrent.
Given Linden. Something in that thought, something in He's a father to me breaks through Myr's hesitation at last and he reaches to touch fingers to Linden's wrist. To remind himself a pulse still beats there, that there's still warmth to that body that lies still as a corpse.
Maybe, maybe, something in the touch and the desperate worry that moves him to it will get through and call Linden back. Storybook reasoning, neither logical nor coherent, but what he'd beg the Maker for all the same.]
He's my dear friend. [The translation magic that makes them comprehensible to each other would not stutter over the word he uses, even though it's not in Common but in his father's tongue--Tevene intimus. Nearest and dearest, a brother of the heart.] And my responsibility as well, for all I put him here.
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[He will not threaten, nor make explicit that he would stand in Mello's way if he could, should the other man truly intend something akin to murder. This isn't the time for that argument, with a hideous grief thick between them; and besides, Myr's an inkling--given Linden--that his standing on that point here and now would not be an effective deterrent.
Given Linden. Something in that thought, something in He's a father to me breaks through Myr's hesitation at last and he reaches to touch fingers to Linden's wrist. To remind himself a pulse still beats there, that there's still warmth to that body that lies still as a corpse.
Maybe, maybe, something in the touch and the desperate worry that moves him to it will get through and call Linden back. Storybook reasoning, neither logical nor coherent, but what he'd beg the Maker for all the same.]
He's my dear friend. [The translation magic that makes them comprehensible to each other would not stutter over the word he uses, even though it's not in Common but in his father's tongue--Tevene intimus. Nearest and dearest, a brother of the heart.] And my responsibility as well, for all I put him here.
I am sorry.