[He hasn't. Not yet. Walls keep the monsters away, but for how long? He hasn't been given permission until he has. He's not sure when he came to rest so heavily against Caitlyn, his body slightly turned, a fist curled around fabric, eyes heavy.
[He closes them. He doesn't say another word, dare risk starting another conversation. He's so very, very tired.
[And he's allowed to sleep, here in the arms of someone he barely knows, has no reason and no choice but to trust. Somehow, he manages...]
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[He nods his head, cheek pressed into Caitlyn's shoulder.]
You're right. None of it makes sense.
It's not fair.
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[“It’s not fair.” The woe of naivety, not a military commander. Sometimes the child doesn’t die. She can’t begrudge him for it.
[The sentiment hangs in silence. It won’t be denied.
[Maybe minutes pass. Hours. Nights. But, in time:] If you’d like to sleep. I’ll keep watch.
[If he hasn’t drifted already…]
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[He hasn't. Not yet. Walls keep the monsters away, but for how long? He hasn't been given permission until he has. He's not sure when he came to rest so heavily against Caitlyn, his body slightly turned, a fist curled around fabric, eyes heavy.
[He closes them. He doesn't say another word, dare risk starting another conversation. He's so very, very tired.
[And he's allowed to sleep, here in the arms of someone he barely knows, has no reason and no choice but to trust. Somehow, he manages...]