[Zevran murmurs it as a soft confession. He seems strangely disconnected: he cannot believe he is speaking these words.]
I am yours. Not because of debt or obligation, you have made clear you do not believe these are things owed to you. [His heart is hers, but he does not know how to say it.]
But what you are suggesting... I have never met a woman more true to herself and her convictions than you, so I not doubt your conviction, nor your feelings.
Yet I am embarrassingly unprepared to believe them.
[Zevran looks at her, his look one of miserably apology.]
To be quite honest, I am half wishing you had only come here with the desire to bed me, then I might at least know my proper response.
I... do feel something. For you.
[Love. Zevran wishes he could force the word out of his mouth, but it won't move, it remains trapped, a dead weight between his lips and tongue.]
Everything I have been taught tells me what I feel is wrong. I grew up among those who sold the illusion of love, and then I was trained to make my heart cold in favor of the kill.
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[Zevran murmurs it as a soft confession. He seems strangely disconnected: he cannot believe he is speaking these words.]
I am yours. Not because of debt or obligation, you have made clear you do not believe these are things owed to you. [His heart is hers, but he does not know how to say it.]
But what you are suggesting... I have never met a woman more true to herself and her convictions than you, so I not doubt your conviction, nor your feelings.
Yet I am embarrassingly unprepared to believe them.
[Zevran looks at her, his look one of miserably apology.]
To be quite honest, I am half wishing you had only come here with the desire to bed me, then I might at least know my proper response.
I... do feel something. For you.
[Love. Zevran wishes he could force the word out of his mouth, but it won't move, it remains trapped, a dead weight between his lips and tongue.]
Everything I have been taught tells me what I feel is wrong. I grew up among those who sold the illusion of love, and then I was trained to make my heart cold in favor of the kill.
Yet I cannot help it.