Sweeney's lips thin, and he takes several breaths to find words to give.
"Who I was then...that was my first story." He sighs and shuts his eyes. "Fuck, I only remember flickers an' that's only 'cause Ibis shoved 'em back in right b'fore I died." There's darkness there, for several reasons. Darkness he doesn't want in their night which has gone so well.
"I don't remember much, but...he ain't much like this me. He's..." Sweeney struggles for the feeling, much less the words. "Heavy. Obligated." He sighs, his eyes shifting to the grass.
"I don't know 'nough ta know what I'll be then." His jaw shifts to one side, hesitant to make the admission.
"He may hunt wolves." It's not a threat or a flippant jest. There's sincere concern for her. It would make sense that he would, Hound-son that he is. The Shining One, protecting others from the darkness and the dangers therein.
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Sweeney's lips thin, and he takes several breaths to find words to give.
"Who I was then...that was my first story." He sighs and shuts his eyes. "Fuck, I only remember flickers an' that's only 'cause Ibis shoved 'em back in right b'fore I died." There's darkness there, for several reasons. Darkness he doesn't want in their night which has gone so well.
"I don't remember much, but...he ain't much like this me. He's..." Sweeney struggles for the feeling, much less the words. "Heavy. Obligated." He sighs, his eyes shifting to the grass.
"I don't know 'nough ta know what I'll be then." His jaw shifts to one side, hesitant to make the admission.
"He may hunt wolves." It's not a threat or a flippant jest. There's sincere concern for her. It would make sense that he would, Hound-son that he is. The Shining One, protecting others from the darkness and the dangers therein.