[he hasn't told that story in a long time. it only seemed right to share it, or the bare bones of it, anyway. there is so much he leaves unsaid, a plethora of details spanning that awful Time War that he still keeps to himself and has never told a soul: all the horrors he witnessed, the loss of his brother and other estranged family members--not to mention all his friends who fought at his side on the front-lines. even now, he tries not to think of the monsters his people had become, preferring to remember them before the return of Rassilon.
his expression softens as he glances down at her. he doesn't move immediately; it's always harder to receive comfort than to give it. but soon enough, he moves a hand and rests it on her arm]
*flails*
his expression softens as he glances down at her. he doesn't move immediately; it's always harder to receive comfort than to give it. but soon enough, he moves a hand and rests it on her arm]
Thank you.