[He glances shallowly in Ginger's direction, where the nephilim has already briskly, emotionally ducked away from him and requested him to leave.
His expression tightens, unreadable, before shaking his head.]
There's nothing else I can do for him, or for his feelings. [He feels Ginger may be upset no matter what he chooses, simply because he cannot choose an option that will make Ginger happy. An inherent split in their paths and desires, just like his apprentices of old.] But I don't plan on making myself a martyr.
Will you watch his heart, in those places where this old man failed? Will you let him watch you?
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[He glances shallowly in Ginger's direction, where the nephilim has already briskly, emotionally ducked away from him and requested him to leave.
His expression tightens, unreadable, before shaking his head.]
There's nothing else I can do for him, or for his feelings. [He feels Ginger may be upset no matter what he chooses, simply because he cannot choose an option that will make Ginger happy. An inherent split in their paths and desires, just like his apprentices of old.] But I don't plan on making myself a martyr.
Will you watch his heart, in those places where this old man failed? Will you let him watch you?