“No,” he says, his voice suddenly a few tones firmer. “No, it’s all right. I was very happy to come home to you.”
He’s sick to his stomach of seeing Hawkeye in pain.
“From what I understand, grief is a domain they draw power from. There may—“ a hand goes to his forehead, which goes into crossing himself, “—there may have been some bargaining by some as well, but I’m not sure. I wasn’t… I didn’t quite know what was happening, really.”
And he brightens again: “However, I met Degas, the local priest, and Rov Morgenshtern, the rabbi! Perhaps it wasn’t the best place or time, but I’ve been meaning to speak with them, and now I have. It’s all very exciting.”
A beat. “I hope I didn’t make too terrible of an impression, being sick. Ah, well. At least it’s only uphill from here.”
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Date: 2024-03-29 11:44 am (UTC)He’s sick to his stomach of seeing Hawkeye in pain.
“From what I understand, grief is a domain they draw power from. There may—“ a hand goes to his forehead, which goes into crossing himself, “—there may have been some bargaining by some as well, but I’m not sure. I wasn’t… I didn’t quite know what was happening, really.”
And he brightens again: “However, I met Degas, the local priest, and Rov Morgenshtern, the rabbi! Perhaps it wasn’t the best place or time, but I’ve been meaning to speak with them, and now I have. It’s all very exciting.”
A beat. “I hope I didn’t make too terrible of an impression, being sick. Ah, well. At least it’s only uphill from here.”