[ Ah.. he went a little too far maybe, and his hands loosen and sweep her hair back in a gentle sort of apology. He didn't meant to upset her, but...
He smiles gently, palms sliding down to her neck instead—not quite to her shoulders—so as not to be quite so chiding, and his expression flickers. Something a little heavier but peaceable as she tries to read his expression, so obviously mystified. ]
...when I swore to be an Exorcist...
When I promised to be that no matter what—
[ How can he explain that, when she understands him so well but can't understand that? ]
..it was promising that it will always be this way.
No matter what. If we're the ones who are hurt, it's so someone else isn't. And I'm glad for that.
But even making that promise... I didn't mean it to make you sad or break my promise to you, either. [ Also because she wasn't there and literally couldn't do anything but... he doubts that would make her feel better.. ] Because we promised to fight together and protect each other—but because we fight so others don't have to, we're going to get hurt.
And just because we do, it doesn't mean we failed to protect each other.
Because we're both going to be hurt time and time again because we fight. But that's okay, because we're both doing it together and it means we believe strongly in having something to defend. [ Love and camaraderie.
—which causes a more fond and genuinely content sort of smile to tug lopsidedly at the corner of his mouth. ]
And because I have that to look forward to, I could never regret what happens. No matter what kinds of scars they are. [ And even if he's said a lot, the heart of the matter...
Well... more gently, he starts to release her to pull back. ]
But I am sorry to make you worry because I got hurt when you weren't there.
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He smiles gently, palms sliding down to her neck instead—not quite to her shoulders—so as not to be quite so chiding, and his expression flickers. Something a little heavier but peaceable as she tries to read his expression, so obviously mystified. ]
...when I swore to be an Exorcist...
When I promised to be that no matter what—
[ How can he explain that, when she understands him so well but can't understand that? ]
..it was promising that it will always be this way.
No matter what. If we're the ones who are hurt, it's so someone else isn't. And I'm glad for that.
But even making that promise... I didn't mean it to make you sad or break my promise to you, either. [ Also because she wasn't there and literally couldn't do anything but... he doubts that would make her feel better.. ] Because we promised to fight together and protect each other—but because we fight so others don't have to, we're going to get hurt.
And just because we do, it doesn't mean we failed to protect each other.
Because we're both going to be hurt time and time again because we fight. But that's okay, because we're both doing it together and it means we believe strongly in having something to defend. [ Love and camaraderie.
—which causes a more fond and genuinely content sort of smile to tug lopsidedly at the corner of his mouth. ]
And because I have that to look forward to, I could never regret what happens. No matter what kinds of scars they are. [ And even if he's said a lot, the heart of the matter...
Well... more gently, he starts to release her to pull back. ]
But I am sorry to make you worry because I got hurt when you weren't there.