[His eyes widen slightly at her words before his expression turns...
Bitter? Melancholic? It's a strange feeling that passes through him. It's the first time he's ever said such a thing and it hadn't really seemed that important to him since it's a common question, and yet... Perhaps because it dredges up memories of his past, a past that while softened is still raw for him. He doesn't feel that frigid coldness or the burning hatred that once consumed him before, but that doesn't mean all of those edges have disappeared or that he doesn't still get pricked a little. So to hear someone basically try to acknowledge his efforts, someone who has no idea of the truth...
...
Rather than any sense of relief or joy, it's just a very bitter feeling laced with a sweetness so soft it's almost painful. He may have succeeded in his goal and is finally moving on, but there's still more that he's lacking. To protect everyone he holds dear...he certainly has many achievements under his belt and more than proven himself not long ago, but it's not enough. It's still not enough.
And...maybe what really makes it so bitter is that deep down, he may have wanted to hear it from the ones who can no longer speak.
Fortunately, his unusual silence will be interrupted by the waiter coming in to deliver their dessert: two heart-shaped cups of crème brûlée topped with raspberries with a smaller cup of sorbet on the side.]
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Bitter? Melancholic? It's a strange feeling that passes through him. It's the first time he's ever said such a thing and it hadn't really seemed that important to him since it's a common question, and yet... Perhaps because it dredges up memories of his past, a past that while softened is still raw for him. He doesn't feel that frigid coldness or the burning hatred that once consumed him before, but that doesn't mean all of those edges have disappeared or that he doesn't still get pricked a little. So to hear someone basically try to acknowledge his efforts, someone who has no idea of the truth...
...
Rather than any sense of relief or joy, it's just a very bitter feeling laced with a sweetness so soft it's almost painful. He may have succeeded in his goal and is finally moving on, but there's still more that he's lacking. To protect everyone he holds dear...he certainly has many achievements under his belt and more than proven himself not long ago, but it's not enough. It's still not enough.
And...maybe what really makes it so bitter is that deep down, he may have wanted to hear it from the ones who can no longer speak.
Fortunately, his unusual silence will be interrupted by the waiter coming in to deliver their dessert: two heart-shaped cups of crème brûlée topped with raspberries with a smaller cup of sorbet on the side.]