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"Leave a message, if you must."

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[theguideless]

[Koltira's uncertainty is much more frightening than his own, and it keeps him quiet and still, save for an involuntary shudder.

the not-that-irrational worry that Koltira and all the other important people in his life will go the way of Bariyan, turning around into people with the same faces but none of the memories or connections to him, makes his chest and stomach a minefield of knots and little hurts, and jumble his thoughts and reasoning.

except that...if he looks up and peers past dangling hair and the line of his jaw, Martin can see a few links of the little chain on Koltira's neck. he can't reason that away. and so long as that's there, he's not completely forgotten.]

It will be all right... [a weak echo.]

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira leans back, again for just a moment. He strips the bed of its top sheet, and then wraps the sheet quickly around Martin's chest and waist. Once he's got the kid swaddled, he cinches his arms around Martin's midsection and pulls him up, onto the bed, onto his lap.]

He is not the man we knew. But he is a man we can come to know.

[theguideless]

[just a muffled sound is all the protest he gets, and Martin is quiet and lets himself get all wrapped and pulled up like a child half his age. whatever age that is; not like he knows.

he sits, fidgets a little, but says nothing while he chews on those words.

looking at him, uncertain:] Do you want that?

[deadelfwalking]

[to Koltira, most humans are children for their entire lives -- but he's also worried about the below-room temperature chill of his body. He holds Martin like the boy is a cat, supporting his back and neck. It's kind of awkward, but it's the best Koltira can do.]

I wonder about him, admittedly. What do you want, Martin?

[theguideless]

[his mouth opens and closes after a hesitation, and he stays quiet for a time. he has to think about this to answer it honestly. he doesn't know what that is, though.

that much bleeds through:] I...I just want...to do the right thing. The good thing to do...

[deadelfwalking]

The choice here is not moral. It is emotional. Do you feel unhappy around him? Afraid? Uncomfortable?

[theguideless]

[mouth opening and closing without a sound before–] I...Everything. All of those? And. More, I.

Is...that even right? Or...maybe I don't really know.

[deadelfwalking]

There is no 'right' in this matter. [He touches the top of Martin's head, gently.] We will sort it out as we go.

[theguideless]

Alright...

[eyes downcast, he nods.] I'll try my best.