Yes, you do seem to have an annoyingly accurate aim.
[Because he didn't forget about the log, Alina. He didn't forget a single thing and as he sinks to his knees, it's all there. The metal floor of the station in the middle of the night. The still-warm sands of Scorpion's Bend and the red-tinged light against packed dirt and cobblestone in Sedorum. Of wanting to, and almost doing it, at the Little Palace. All the other times he's done this, kneeling before her.
Of course, this is almost better, that she's down here with him.
Almost.
But the glimpses of snap-shot memories still makes him swallow hard before reaching for the first book, wiping it with the edge of his shirt.
There is a man on the cover, long hair flowing in some mysterious wind and his shirt is more off than on] Adventure.
[He picks them up, one after another, wiping the worst of the grime off of the covers before handing them back.]
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[Because he didn't forget about the log, Alina. He didn't forget a single thing and as he sinks to his knees, it's all there. The metal floor of the station in the middle of the night. The still-warm sands of Scorpion's Bend and the red-tinged light against packed dirt and cobblestone in Sedorum. Of wanting to, and almost doing it, at the Little Palace. All the other times he's done this, kneeling before her.
Of course, this is almost better, that she's down here with him.
Almost.
But the glimpses of snap-shot memories still makes him swallow hard before reaching for the first book, wiping it with the edge of his shirt.
There is a man on the cover, long hair flowing in some mysterious wind and his shirt is more off than on] Adventure.
[He picks them up, one after another, wiping the worst of the grime off of the covers before handing them back.]