His grip loosens slightly, his momentary temper cooling. Cid is right, the only way these things work is if he does the task as was requested. Barnabas looks out the window, his jaw tight as he considers what feelings to confessβafter all, it didn't specify.
The largest hurdle here is the fact Barnabas has to admit he has feelings at all, and not to Cid. To himself.
So he thinks, thinks back to an age well past them both, to when he first took Cid into his service, when he first brought him to Waloedβto Stonhyrr. Though, such memories are almost too vulnerable, too...raw when he picks at them.
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The largest hurdle here is the fact Barnabas has to admit he has feelings at all, and not to Cid. To himself.
So he thinks, thinks back to an age well past them both, to when he first took Cid into his service, when he first brought him to Waloedβto Stonhyrr. Though, such memories are almost too vulnerable, too...raw when he picks at them.
His gaze falters slightly.
"Waloed became emptier without you."