[Messmerโs tendency to cultivate loyalty in those closest to him has followed him across worlds and into these four weeks. Verso is ready to fight his enemies, throwing himself into his ravaged world for a purpose that he has finally chosen for himself. He, too, would make a loyal blade, in his own way.
But it isnโt mere loyalty that propels his stubbornness on the matter, his insistence. Their bond feels twined tighter than that, its roots running deeper. Commiseration, sentiment, fondness, attraction, warm attachment driven by loneliness โ for Verso, all of these apply just as fervently. (As well as a fledgling feeling, a tiny bud in need of nurturing, that may someday bloom into a force that overtakes all of that completely.)
When Messmer drops his hand, Verso reaches out to take it in two of his own. He grips him tight in both assurance and certainty, hope once more alight in his eyes despite the seriousness of this... pledge.]
Then my sword is yours.
[As for the rest, the part that yearns, the part that promised to waitโฆ]
And my heart is content to give you the time you need to heal your own.
the fact that verso has just become a skrunkly rellana is very funny to me sib
But it isnโt mere loyalty that propels his stubbornness on the matter, his insistence. Their bond feels twined tighter than that, its roots running deeper. Commiseration, sentiment, fondness, attraction, warm attachment driven by loneliness โ for Verso, all of these apply just as fervently. (As well as a fledgling feeling, a tiny bud in need of nurturing, that may someday bloom into a force that overtakes all of that completely.)
When Messmer drops his hand, Verso reaches out to take it in two of his own. He grips him tight in both assurance and certainty, hope once more alight in his eyes despite the seriousness of this... pledge.]
Then my sword is yours.
[As for the rest, the part that yearns, the part that promised to waitโฆ]
And my heart is content to give you the time you need to heal your own.