[ Michel lets out a slow sigh at that, every word striking a resonance in his heart. Maybe only someone else who had lived through something like that could understand. The fundamental feeling of the world tilting on its axis, the moment of realization that it wasn't the place you had believed it to be only the day before.
Ganymede is strong. Stubborn... but not brittle. The reassurance to a question Michel hadn't fully realized he was asking is like a single ray of sunlight slipping through the cloud cover, and Michel gives him a tiny smile. ]
I agree with the sentiment. I'm... glad to hear it.
[ It's too weak a word for it. But even that admission isn't easy, although the itch of discomfort he expects to feel at admitting to such a blatant emotion doesn't come. It's still a risk; these small cracks in the wall he'd built so painstakingly would admit a flood if they caused the rest to crumble completely. ]
What about me?
[ Opening the question to clarification might take it in a direction he doesn't want to answer, he realizes a moment too late. ]
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Ganymede is strong. Stubborn... but not brittle. The reassurance to a question Michel hadn't fully realized he was asking is like a single ray of sunlight slipping through the cloud cover, and Michel gives him a tiny smile. ]
I agree with the sentiment. I'm... glad to hear it.
[ It's too weak a word for it. But even that admission isn't easy, although the itch of discomfort he expects to feel at admitting to such a blatant emotion doesn't come. It's still a risk; these small cracks in the wall he'd built so painstakingly would admit a flood if they caused the rest to crumble completely. ]
What about me?
[ Opening the question to clarification might take it in a direction he doesn't want to answer, he realizes a moment too late. ]