( There is, at first, that rush of surprise - elation, and a sensation of spring in his chest. Love, love, no longer in implication, but in active and articulated truth; no longer afraid? No longer held back.
And then there comes a dread shadow in its wake.
"Mithrun"?
He trusts Lily, he does, with binary reason. But, he doesn't know - he doesn't know why, just, a knot in his stomach tells him maybe he should've told Barrett not to go. But what would that have changed?
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And then there comes a dread shadow in its wake.
"Mithrun"?
He trusts Lily, he does, with binary reason. But, he doesn't know - he doesn't know why, just, a knot in his stomach tells him maybe he should've told Barrett not to go. But what would that have changed?
And now it's too late. )