He’s witnessed the intensity of Rama’s anger plenty of times. Sometimes it’s a slow smolder, an inner seething that burns him up from the inside out, and sometimes it’s fierce enough to set fire to half a forest. But it turns on him now, and even though it’s not directed at him, he feels like it’s about to set him aflame.
“Yes.”
No.
No, of course he doesn’t! This happiness has all been a miracle, a stroke of luck, nothing that he’d ever expected to come across here, let alone dream of duplicating. Even if he’d wanted to. Even if he could.
Rama takes hold of his shirt his calm expression is betrayed by his inner melancholy. No, he’d mourn him, of course he would, mourn his loss and treasure all those moments he’d gotten to live again thanks to him.
“It’s okay, Ram,” he tells him quietly, trying to meet the fire with a little water. “It’s okay.”
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Date: 2025-02-10 12:18 am (UTC)He’s witnessed the intensity of Rama’s anger plenty of times. Sometimes it’s a slow smolder, an inner seething that burns him up from the inside out, and sometimes it’s fierce enough to set fire to half a forest. But it turns on him now, and even though it’s not directed at him, he feels like it’s about to set him aflame.
“Yes.”
No.
No, of course he doesn’t! This happiness has all been a miracle, a stroke of luck, nothing that he’d ever expected to come across here, let alone dream of duplicating. Even if he’d wanted to. Even if he could.
Rama takes hold of his shirt his calm expression is betrayed by his inner melancholy. No, he’d mourn him, of course he would, mourn his loss and treasure all those moments he’d gotten to live again thanks to him.
“It’s okay, Ram,” he tells him quietly, trying to meet the fire with a little water. “It’s okay.”
It’s just life. Nothing stays forever.