[ Joshua let's Jill take his hands in hers, lowering them between them until she finally let's them go.
Would that I could've done more, sits on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows the bitter aftertaste of his regret down again, wishing he could've done more than that far sooner... but knows still that she's right. That just letting them know he was alive, in what small ways he could, must've meant so much in comparison to the thirteen years of silence, thinking he was dead. So his smile softens, the smallest lilt of a chuckle in his voice as he speaks ]
I don't believe I deserve it for something you both have done for me as well, but, I am still truly grateful. [ He pauses though, looking out onto the Mess below them for a moment, smile warming again as he looks back to her, like he's ten years old again]
Then... if we have time, might I ask for a brief tour of the Hideaway ere we depart? Though I know of the deeds you have accomplished, I have yet to see them for myself.
[ It's an excuse to talk to her some more, to catch up, for him to truly see what all they've built since he's been unconscious for a few days(/week) and has been since the moment he arrived, so the only thing he's seen is the infirmary. A part of him kicks back against the idea almost instantly, the part of him that's afraid to stop moving, that needs to keep moving because he has only so much time and strength left and if he wants to help stop Ultima, save Clive, save this world, then he can't stop.
But... Jill met him at the door and brought him to a halt, brought him back down to see what's right in front of him instead of looking somewhere across storm, to see what he could've missed had he just kept going. And if she's willing to do that for him, for them both, then he wants to return that favor. While they do have this precious time to spare. ]
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Date: 2023-11-16 02:28 pm (UTC)Would that I could've done more, sits on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows the bitter aftertaste of his regret down again, wishing he could've done more than that far sooner... but knows still that she's right. That just letting them know he was alive, in what small ways he could, must've meant so much in comparison to the thirteen years of silence, thinking he was dead. So his smile softens, the smallest lilt of a chuckle in his voice as he speaks ]
I don't believe I deserve it for something you both have done for me as well, but, I am still truly grateful. [ He pauses though, looking out onto the Mess below them for a moment, smile warming again as he looks back to her, like he's ten years old again]
Then... if we have time, might I ask for a brief tour of the Hideaway ere we depart? Though I know of the deeds you have accomplished, I have yet to see them for myself.
[ It's an excuse to talk to her some more, to catch up, for him to truly see what all they've built since he's been unconscious for a few days(/week) and has been since the moment he arrived, so the only thing he's seen is the infirmary. A part of him kicks back against the idea almost instantly, the part of him that's afraid to stop moving, that needs to keep moving because he has only so much time and strength left and if he wants to help stop Ultima, save Clive, save this world, then he can't stop.
But... Jill met him at the door and brought him to a halt, brought him back down to see what's right in front of him instead of looking somewhere across storm, to see what he could've missed had he just kept going. And if she's willing to do that for him, for them both, then he wants to return that favor. While they do have this precious time to spare. ]