[Varian is silent as Amal talks, cuddled up against his chest, arms hugged around him, eyes closed. He's vaguely aware of Amal moving them around the house - of the sound of tea being made, but he doesn't really register what's happening properly though. Instead, he focuses on the cadence of his father's voice, trying to focus on the words being said, to understand what he's being told.
He's put on the couch and then frowns into the teacup put into his hands, tears staining his cheeks. He feels the comfort of Amal's hands over his own, takes a deep breath.
He knows a lot about suffering. He's gone through what feels like an unfair amount of it in his short life. Maybe if he'd heard this story a few years ago, he would have railed against it. Not seeing any good in the suffering. He's had time to see it from the other side now. To see how it's forged and changed him. It's made him who he is today, for better or worse.
And it has made him stronger. Stronger than he ever thought he was capable of.
Darker too. He can't forget that. Darkness came in with the strength. It's entwined into his psyche for good. That's the part he has to watch out for. He lets out a slow breath. ]
...Thanks. For that. It doesn't always feel that way... but I know it'll... I dunno. It'll give me something to lean back on. In the future. I appreciate you saying that.
[God fucking damnit. Amal poured out such a good story, something to strengthen and bolster him to help him through this, and now he has to drop what happened onto him. ]
Dad I- [ he looks up from the tea, he needs to look at Amal for this] Dad, I died in there. Everyone was... hallucinating and out of their minds. I attacked someone before he made things worse and someone- they, I don't think they knew who I was, I'm pretty sure they were hallucinating something else. But they... they killed me. Protecting the other one.
[His eyes drop back to the tea. He's not drinking it yet.]
They brought my body back with them. Jun's taking care of it at the moment. We're gonna bury it in Hyrule.
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He's put on the couch and then frowns into the teacup put into his hands, tears staining his cheeks. He feels the comfort of Amal's hands over his own, takes a deep breath.
He knows a lot about suffering. He's gone through what feels like an unfair amount of it in his short life. Maybe if he'd heard this story a few years ago, he would have railed against it. Not seeing any good in the suffering. He's had time to see it from the other side now. To see how it's forged and changed him. It's made him who he is today, for better or worse.
And it has made him stronger. Stronger than he ever thought he was capable of.
Darker too. He can't forget that. Darkness came in with the strength. It's entwined into his psyche for good. That's the part he has to watch out for. He lets out a slow breath. ]
...Thanks. For that. It doesn't always feel that way... but I know it'll... I dunno. It'll give me something to lean back on. In the future. I appreciate you saying that.
[God fucking damnit. Amal poured out such a good story, something to strengthen and bolster him to help him through this, and now he has to drop what happened onto him. ]
Dad I- [ he looks up from the tea, he needs to look at Amal for this] Dad, I died in there. Everyone was... hallucinating and out of their minds. I attacked someone before he made things worse and someone- they, I don't think they knew who I was, I'm pretty sure they were hallucinating something else. But they... they killed me. Protecting the other one.
[His eyes drop back to the tea. He's not drinking it yet.]
They brought my body back with them. Jun's taking care of it at the moment. We're gonna bury it in Hyrule.