[Jasper furrows his brow. Signs are pointing towards how his companion might relinquish his grip and afford him freedom. Sadly, he is proven wrong. Fingers coil and curl around his wrist, claiming his attention with a firm strength, claiming a relationship. One he had attempted to ruin and bury on the ocean floor.
There is a cold irony in coming second. Again and again, he finds himself wilting in the man's shadow. He should become accustomed to it, really.
Hendrik's words keep echoing inside his head though the question is simple. Who does he want to be? He had wanted to be his friend, once. But perhaps that is too much.]
One of these days I might know. I wish I knew.
[He had been himself, yes, but he had also grown used to being whover somebody else wanted. A son, a companion, a commander.]
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There is a cold irony in coming second. Again and again, he finds himself wilting in the man's shadow. He should become accustomed to it, really.
Hendrik's words keep echoing inside his head though the question is simple. Who does he want to be? He had wanted to be his friend, once. But perhaps that is too much.]
One of these days I might know. I wish I knew.
[He had been himself, yes, but he had also grown used to being whover somebody else wanted. A son, a companion, a commander.]