[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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[A looping around to their original topic.]
It's not easy to be separated. But trust in them to deal with their new tomorrows.
And... let yourself miss them. Say it to the wind and let it travel, if only so it doesn't stay locked up in your heart.
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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.]