[He'd waited through that quiet, holding so she had space to say whatever she wanted to say. They've known each other for so long. The balance that they'd once had, holding back secrets while still showing each other more than they showed anyone else--it's made for a peculiar sort of comfortable, a particular pattern to their relationship. He takes her hands and pulls them to him, turns them so he can kiss her knuckles--one hand, then the other.]
I know. I wouldn't ask you to. That's not what this is. [He presses another kiss to her hand, sealing that promise.] We'll win the war. We'll give it up. We are going to do that, Yseult. We'll have what we want. It will happen. I don't want you to be thinking of the future with fear. She might not be a prediction, a sure thing, but she's our prophecy. You and I will have something after all of this is done. And it will be better for the work that's done here.
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[He'd waited through that quiet, holding so she had space to say whatever she wanted to say. They've known each other for so long. The balance that they'd once had, holding back secrets while still showing each other more than they showed anyone else--it's made for a peculiar sort of comfortable, a particular pattern to their relationship. He takes her hands and pulls them to him, turns them so he can kiss her knuckles--one hand, then the other.]
I know. I wouldn't ask you to. That's not what this is. [He presses another kiss to her hand, sealing that promise.] We'll win the war. We'll give it up. We are going to do that, Yseult. We'll have what we want. It will happen. I don't want you to be thinking of the future with fear. She might not be a prediction, a sure thing, but she's our prophecy. You and I will have something after all of this is done. And it will be better for the work that's done here.