It is no fault of your own, that he has gone. [ —he says with a slow shake of his head, though he wears a smile to thank Bolin for the thought. ] Though... I do miss him.
[ And what a revelation that is. Surprising, even to the King himself, that the words had left his lips at all (but that is, perhaps, something which can be attributed to his present bit of company: it's rather difficult, isn't it, to be closed off with someone so candid). He misses Froaude, in the way one might always long to have someone kindred to themselves. Once upon a time, the man had vowed to shoulder his darkness so that the King himself could shine ever-brighter, but Froaude...
What Froaude hadn't known at the time was that Sion had carried the darkness with him all along, that it had been no true burden to him.
That foolish, awful, beautifully deplorable man...
Ah, he's being distant, isn't he? What's more, he's held onto poor Bolin's hand for much, much too long...! What had started off as a simple handshake had turned into a handhold, and Sion's smile is apologetic as he withdraws. ]
In any case, we've quite the bit of time to make up for, haven't we? Due to our late introduction, I would say that... [ Here, he is (once again!) rather present in the moment, voice lilting in play: ] ...we are behind by precisely one great adventure, two curfew defying excursions, and...!
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[ And what a revelation that is. Surprising, even to the King himself, that the words had left his lips at all (but that is, perhaps, something which can be attributed to his present bit of company: it's rather difficult, isn't it, to be closed off with someone so candid). He misses Froaude, in the way one might always long to have someone kindred to themselves. Once upon a time, the man had vowed to shoulder his darkness so that the King himself could shine ever-brighter, but Froaude...
What Froaude hadn't known at the time was that Sion had carried the darkness with him all along, that it had been no true burden to him.
That foolish, awful, beautifully deplorable man...
Ah, he's being distant, isn't he? What's more, he's held onto poor Bolin's hand for much, much too long...! What had started off as a simple handshake had turned into a handhold, and Sion's smile is apologetic as he withdraws. ]
In any case, we've quite the bit of time to make up for, haven't we? Due to our late introduction, I would say that... [ Here, he is (once again!) rather present in the moment, voice lilting in play: ] ...we are behind by precisely one great adventure, two curfew defying excursions, and...!
[ HMMM... ]
I should like to know it, your favorite food.