[ His helm remains facing forward as they walk, strides steady as he speaks. ]
We have both since passed.
[ He had made her a widow, but now he is very much a widower himself. There is something both respectful and distant in the way he speaks of her, as if while attached to the memory, it is simultaneously untouchable for how long ago it had been. Remnants remain enough that a deeper sort of emotion reverbs within his voice, but not so much as to break the steel within. ]
You ask of our relationship. It was something… cherished.
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We have both since passed.
[ He had made her a widow, but now he is very much a widower himself. There is something both respectful and distant in the way he speaks of her, as if while attached to the memory, it is simultaneously untouchable for how long ago it had been. Remnants remain enough that a deeper sort of emotion reverbs within his voice, but not so much as to break the steel within. ]
You ask of our relationship. It was something… cherished.