18.Feb.14, 12:57 PM
There was a brief flare of triumph as she apologized first, but whatever pride S'cer had felt were quickly dashed as Ameris apologized again, this time for his own Stealing. He had hoped to feel more... pleased by it, but it only made him feel wretched. She hadn't had anything to do with the decision to Steal candidates, and S'cer knew it--her apology rang sincere, and the greenrider felt nauseous with guilt as she continued, looking away so as not to look at her.
Now look what you've done! Now they're going to leave.
S'cer couldn't even argue with the green; he knew she was right as well. Heaving a sigh, he shook his head, flapping a hand in dismissal. "Don't apologize to me; I know you didn't have anything to do with it. It was... rude of me to accuse you." He looked away, gathering his composure and willing his stomach to quit roiling, before whispering, "We're too much alike, I think. Afraid and lashing out because of it." He had never admitted he was afraid, that he was terrified truthfully, of what they might find if they went north, and felt extremely vulnerable because of it.
I'm proud of you, and I love you.
I love you too, more than anything.
S'cer stiffened, unused to hearing any voice in his head other than Quelseth's, before he shook his head as if to clear it and laughed. "See, even Mizeath wants us to let bygones be bygones. Who am I to disobey a gold, hm?" He offered his hand to Ameris, a hesitant smile on his face, as a token of goodwill, hoping desperately that she would take it so they could put their argument behind them.
S'cer couldn't even argue with the green; he knew she was right as well. Heaving a sigh, he shook his head, flapping a hand in dismissal. "Don't apologize to me; I know you didn't have anything to do with it. It was... rude of me to accuse you." He looked away, gathering his composure and willing his stomach to quit roiling, before whispering, "We're too much alike, I think. Afraid and lashing out because of it." He had never admitted he was afraid, that he was terrified truthfully, of what they might find if they went north, and felt extremely vulnerable because of it.
I love you too, more than anything.
S'cer stiffened, unused to hearing any voice in his head other than Quelseth's, before he shook his head as if to clear it and laughed. "See, even Mizeath wants us to let bygones be bygones. Who am I to disobey a gold, hm?" He offered his hand to Ameris, a hesitant smile on his face, as a token of goodwill, hoping desperately that she would take it so they could put their argument behind them.