[Zenyatta's jieba flickered like light refracted across a pool. Different forms of different loves. Yes. Had he not understood that, he wondered, or simply forgotten his own feelings?
He loved Mondatta. He loved all of his brothers and sisters, he loved Genji. Those feelings were not the same as those he had devoted to Gabriel, but they were no less intense, no less meaningful, and looking back now he could not help but feel a stab of guilt at his own short-sightedness. Non-literal this time.]
I- I know. [Somehow it sounded like a confession in itself. He paused.] I know that you care for me. I have never doubted that.
[Context, though. It made all the difference.]
... I suppose I have been idealising a certain type of love. It was-- foolish of me. But it is only in our darkest moments that we truly understand the value of the light. [He glanced sideways at the man beside him, and those nine faint lights flickered only once more before they held strong.] Thank you for being my friend.
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He loved Mondatta. He loved all of his brothers and sisters, he loved Genji. Those feelings were not the same as those he had devoted to Gabriel, but they were no less intense, no less meaningful, and looking back now he could not help but feel a stab of guilt at his own short-sightedness. Non-literal this time.]
I- I know. [Somehow it sounded like a confession in itself. He paused.] I know that you care for me. I have never doubted that.
[Context, though. It made all the difference.]
... I suppose I have been idealising a certain type of love. It was-- foolish of me. But it is only in our darkest moments that we truly understand the value of the light. [He glanced sideways at the man beside him, and those nine faint lights flickered only once more before they held strong.] Thank you for being my friend.