[ Once loneliness had meant nothing to him, but now, the prospect — as much as he may try to ignore it — sets its claws into his heart and threatens to tear it apart. (He's told her, more than once before, that he would die without her. The passage of time has not made it any less true. With a child, perhaps the pain would ease, but it is a path down which he has never before traveled, another endeavor in which he knows he needs the guidance of her hand.)
Whatever fears or doubts plague his heart, he sets aside for the moment. He had promised to be brave, and as often and as well as he had lied to the world before, he refuses to do the same to her. ]
I was nothing before you, [ he hums, and it is a testament to the love that he bears for her that he says so without the least hesitation, that there is not the faintest note of insincerity in his voice. ]
And I will not hear otherwise. Rest, beloved. I will still be here when you wake.
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Whatever fears or doubts plague his heart, he sets aside for the moment. He had promised to be brave, and as often and as well as he had lied to the world before, he refuses to do the same to her. ]
I was nothing before you, [ he hums, and it is a testament to the love that he bears for her that he says so without the least hesitation, that there is not the faintest note of insincerity in his voice. ]
And I will not hear otherwise. Rest, beloved. I will still be here when you wake.