But is it really? What had befallen Allen, could it not also happen to another? And those who had vanished, who had yet to resurface still, where are they now? The King fears not for his missing Lieutenant General (such a man... someone so despicable, so beautiful, would always land upon his feet regardless of circumstance), but for others; for the prospect that they, those so summoned as Heroes, are being used for far more than warfare. More than anything, it had been his wish to find a path home for all those who had awoke to find themselves displaced, to counteract the magic which linked their worlds to this one, a realm which is sore need of saving, but now...
Now he knows he can do no such thing without first seeing the conflict between Blanc and Noir put to rest, the people of both countries protected and prosperous, resting beneath the veil of peace which he had once sought to spread across his own country and did.
And that peacetime had started with a gesture akin to the one which Allen makes now, extending to him a hand.
Startled is not something which Sion often is, but then, how often is he lucky enough to be reunited with a friend? Friend, Allen's said, and it is not so simply for Sion's own benefit, but for the strength of both, a testament to the path they walk together now, united by more than just common cause.
(In truth, it should not be so very surprising, that Allen would be the one to offer his hand.) ]
What happens now, and what happens next— [ Gingerly, gently, he takes Allen's hand with his own, though for however careful the action is, it is still steadfast; resolute. ] —we will be the ones to decide it.
[ Mana exchanges, between the link of their hands, and it is a little more personal, a touch deeper now Sion is unguarded (at least, in part). The King's energy is a guiding light like that of his sword, protective (of Allen) and of all living things. ]
Though I would ask what it is that has lead you to this epiphany of yours. [ His eyes fall, studying the play of fingers clasped together. ] I will say no more, in regards to how it is I knew you, for you needn't be burdened by it.
Always, there are new memories to make, and if there should be anything more which you have forgotten, it will find its way back to you. The good which one imparts upon the world always does.
[ His voice softens, then, and he gives Allen's hand the barest of squeezes with a curl of his fingers, says that which he thinks the younger man needs to hear, perhaps most of all. ]
You... really haven't changed in the slightest, Allen.
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But is it really? What had befallen Allen, could it not also happen to another? And those who had vanished, who had yet to resurface still, where are they now? The King fears not for his missing Lieutenant General (such a man... someone so despicable, so beautiful, would always land upon his feet regardless of circumstance), but for others; for the prospect that they, those so summoned as Heroes, are being used for far more than warfare. More than anything, it had been his wish to find a path home for all those who had awoke to find themselves displaced, to counteract the magic which linked their worlds to this one, a realm which is sore need of saving, but now...
Now he knows he can do no such thing without first seeing the conflict between Blanc and Noir put to rest, the people of both countries protected and prosperous, resting beneath the veil of peace which he had once sought to spread across his own country and did.
And that peacetime had started with a gesture akin to the one which Allen makes now, extending to him a hand.
Startled is not something which Sion often is, but then, how often is he lucky enough to be reunited with a friend? Friend, Allen's said, and it is not so simply for Sion's own benefit, but for the strength of both, a testament to the path they walk together now, united by more than just common cause.
(In truth, it should not be so very surprising, that Allen would be the one to offer his hand.) ]
What happens now, and what happens next— [ Gingerly, gently, he takes Allen's hand with his own, though for however careful the action is, it is still steadfast; resolute. ] —we will be the ones to decide it.
[ Mana exchanges, between the link of their hands, and it is a little more personal, a touch deeper now Sion is unguarded (at least, in part). The King's energy is a guiding light like that of his sword, protective (of Allen) and of all living things. ]
Though I would ask what it is that has lead you to this epiphany of yours. [ His eyes fall, studying the play of fingers clasped together. ] I will say no more, in regards to how it is I knew you, for you needn't be burdened by it.
Always, there are new memories to make, and if there should be anything more which you have forgotten, it will find its way back to you. The good which one imparts upon the world always does.
[ His voice softens, then, and he gives Allen's hand the barest of squeezes with a curl of his fingers, says that which he thinks the younger man needs to hear, perhaps most of all. ]
You... really haven't changed in the slightest, Allen.