[And he, in return, had expected to be bossed around, to be told to leave, to be hounded. But when she moves down, conceding instead of attacking, he feels something stir. A bit of pity.
None of them are invincible. That's the lesson that's been pounded cruelly against them. But it still hurts to see those bolder than a coward like him stripped down to a child again.
In the end, what they both want is comfort. Even if he doubts that he can offer it...
And so he sits. He doesn't hold her hand. He doesn't apologize for her wounds. But he stays.
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None of them are invincible. That's the lesson that's been pounded cruelly against them. But it still hurts to see those bolder than a coward like him stripped down to a child again.
In the end, what they both want is comfort. Even if he doubts that he can offer it...
And so he sits. He doesn't hold her hand. He doesn't apologize for her wounds. But he stays.
He doesn't run. Not this time.]