[ If there is someone guilty of imposition in the here and now, surely it is the Director himself—Sion, who is willful (as ever and as always), protective (of his friend), and steadfast (easily fashioning himself into a crutch for the other man, his arm shifting to loop about Julius' waist, supportive and bearing as much weight as need be), all without saying a word. But as surely as they begin to walk forward with slow steps, an easy pace, something needs to be said; Julius cannot be left to mire beneath the weight of some baseless debt, the guilt which the Director glimpses in his eyes. True, such a sentiment would be Sion's own, were their situations reversed, but--...
There is no need to think on his own shortcomings, not when there is another in need.
Mindful of Julius' condition, Sion gives pause where it is necessary, is patient when there is a need to wait for the Enforcer's breath to return to him, and remains on alert in the event his friend should no longer be able to remain on his feet—no, the Director is not beyond sweeping the other man up, into his arms once again. Though it is the Leithian docks which they make for and not the lush greenery of meadowland or the vast stretch of mountainside, when would Sion ever allow for a friend to fall behind...? ]
Once, you told me that you were unworthy. [ Of pursuing true justice. Of taking up the mantle of change. Of having the Director stand at his side, just as Sion is in this moment. Of so, so very many things that Sion hadn't been able to grasp at the time, but now looked upon with all the clarity of day. ] But you must understand that you are no different, no more and certainly no less, than any other soul in the Quad.
You are deserving of kindness, something which you have offered so readily to both myself and others. [ In small, gentle ways, much like attending Lapis' party for the sake of her happiness; like joining a pair of rambunctious, thrill-seeking speed demons on a race through Leith despite being in pain. ] You should be able to lean upon another without fear and without regret, because--...
[ His voice tapers off, gentling by the time he speaks next, words formed with a fluting, airy tone which gives shape a statement so natural, so right, that the Director may have been stating a simple fact of the world: ]
The power within you isn't you, it is yours. It will not tear you apart, nor will it bring harm to those who you hold dear. [ They're... the same, aren't they? Fools, worried about the monsters they'd the potential to be, consumed by ghosts of those they'd failed in the past. ] You'll not let it, and I will not either.
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There is no need to think on his own shortcomings, not when there is another in need.
Mindful of Julius' condition, Sion gives pause where it is necessary, is patient when there is a need to wait for the Enforcer's breath to return to him, and remains on alert in the event his friend should no longer be able to remain on his feet—no, the Director is not beyond sweeping the other man up, into his arms once again. Though it is the Leithian docks which they make for and not the lush greenery of meadowland or the vast stretch of mountainside, when would Sion ever allow for a friend to fall behind...? ]
Once, you told me that you were unworthy. [ Of pursuing true justice. Of taking up the mantle of change. Of having the Director stand at his side, just as Sion is in this moment. Of so, so very many things that Sion hadn't been able to grasp at the time, but now looked upon with all the clarity of day. ] But you must understand that you are no different, no more and certainly no less, than any other soul in the Quad.
You are deserving of kindness, something which you have offered so readily to both myself and others. [ In small, gentle ways, much like attending Lapis' party for the sake of her happiness; like joining a pair of rambunctious, thrill-seeking speed demons on a race through Leith despite being in pain. ] You should be able to lean upon another without fear and without regret, because--...
[ His voice tapers off, gentling by the time he speaks next, words formed with a fluting, airy tone which gives shape a statement so natural, so right, that the Director may have been stating a simple fact of the world: ]
The power within you isn't you, it is yours. It will not tear you apart, nor will it bring harm to those who you hold dear. [ They're... the same, aren't they? Fools, worried about the monsters they'd the potential to be, consumed by ghosts of those they'd failed in the past. ] You'll not let it, and I will not either.