[ He falls silent, mulling over the tangled briar of his feelings for who they were and who they are now. He himself doesn't rightly know what he wants from this. The dark tendrils of his god wrap tight about his heart.
He has no immediate answer, but perhaps hearing her thoughts will help move the matter forward. ]
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[ He falls silent, mulling over the tangled briar of his feelings for who they were and who they are now. He himself doesn't rightly know what he wants from this. The dark tendrils of his god wrap tight about his heart.
He has no immediate answer, but perhaps hearing her thoughts will help move the matter forward. ]
...What do you fret over?