[Is it touching, sad, or something in-between, that Verso's answer arises quickly in his mind and tumbles off his tongue nearly as swiftly? It's a different kind of commitment, yes, and far from the one he had hoped for. But in this moment, his heart aches for that bound connection βΒ even if it may only manifest in an age from now.
What does an immortal have, after all, but time to spare? Quietly:]
Of course I'd wait for you, ma flamme. That's hardly an indulgence at all.
[Ultimately, if that's what Messmer truly desires, and he cannot be swayed in a different direction, he thinks he'd been an even bigger fool to deny him.
But...]
But is there no way for me to convince you to fight by your side? My blades would willingly be yours if it meant keeping your enemies at bay so that you can finally walk towards freedom, regardless of what my heart feels.
[Maybe Messmer thinks of him not unkindly, but still as a musician-artist with a sensitive heart, who has only lived as long as he has because of his immortality. He hasn't exactly given him reason to believe otherwise.]
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What does an immortal have, after all, but time to spare? Quietly:]
Of course I'd wait for you, ma flamme. That's hardly an indulgence at all.
[Ultimately, if that's what Messmer truly desires, and he cannot be swayed in a different direction, he thinks he'd been an even bigger fool to deny him.
But...]
But is there no way for me to convince you to fight by your side? My blades would willingly be yours if it meant keeping your enemies at bay so that you can finally walk towards freedom, regardless of what my heart feels.
[Maybe Messmer thinks of him not unkindly, but still as a musician-artist with a sensitive heart, who has only lived as long as he has because of his immortality. He hasn't exactly given him reason to believe otherwise.]
I wouldn't be a burden.