[There's a tightening in his chest at the thanks. Something protective, almost parental, digging its roots in so deep that they ache. He wishes there was more they could do. He knows there isn't. But a wish wasn't meant to be logical.]
I'm glad you're here as well, Tatara.
[With a gentle touch, he lifts his palm to rest against Tatara's hair.]
I'll treasure our time. No matter how long it lasts.
[He only hopes that he can take this man's story home with him. Perhaps to tell to Nightbringer, lest it be carved into the Fountain of Knowledge for eternity.
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Yeah. [ He feels another well of tears in his eyes, and he wipes at them gingerly. ] You're right.
[ He looks up at Solomon again, behind glassy, reddened eyes. ]
Thanks, Uncle Solomon. I'm glad you're here.
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I'm glad you're here as well, Tatara.
[With a gentle touch, he lifts his palm to rest against Tatara's hair.]
I'll treasure our time. No matter how long it lasts.
[He only hopes that he can take this man's story home with him. Perhaps to tell to Nightbringer, lest it be carved into the Fountain of Knowledge for eternity.
A treasure, indeed.]