He knows the feeling of seeing this sort of sky, that it makes you think of when you've witnessed it before. He knows about trying to cope with the idea of absolutely everything being gone. And while he hasn't dealt with a terminal illness before, Inigo knows what it's like to watch someone look so weak, slowly wane away, like his mother before--
But this. This isn't the way. It's like Roland's words clench around Inigo's heart like a vice, squeezing harder and harder the more of them leave his mouth. And Inigo can't help but listen, stunned, disbelieving. Maybe he should get it, because Inigo would sacrifice his life in an instant for just about anyone he cares about, but he's never been as good at giving up on others as he is at giving up on himself. ]
No.
[ Inigo's voice shakes a bit, but his tone sounds resolute. His arms don't even move to embrace Roland in turn while the other clings onto him. Inigo just stands there, unmoving. ]
Why would you do that to him? Haven't you thought of a moment what that would be like for him? Do you know just how many times he'd think of you, wondering what he did wrong for you to be gone? How many times he'd blame himself? [ Inigo knows. Because that's what he did, over, and over, and over. How could Roland wish that fate upon his own son? Having to live with some stranger he's never met before, having to build up a life from scratch?
He puts a hand on Roland's shoulder, forcibly moving him backwards. Not away from him entirely, but just enough so he can look Roland straight in the eyes, unyielding. Like a flame inside of Inigo that doesn't see the light of day except for in the most desperate situations. ]
What he needs is his father. Whether he's healthy or not.
[ For a moment Inigo closes his eyes, shaking his head, but then he's right back to looking at the other. ]
Of course we will bring back your world. And we'll make sure he's healthy too, while we're at it. But don't forget for a moment that what he needs the most is for you to come back to him. He needs you.
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He knows the feeling of seeing this sort of sky, that it makes you think of when you've witnessed it before. He knows about trying to cope with the idea of absolutely everything being gone. And while he hasn't dealt with a terminal illness before, Inigo knows what it's like to watch someone look so weak, slowly wane away, like his mother before--
But this. This isn't the way. It's like Roland's words clench around Inigo's heart like a vice, squeezing harder and harder the more of them leave his mouth. And Inigo can't help but listen, stunned, disbelieving. Maybe he should get it, because Inigo would sacrifice his life in an instant for just about anyone he cares about, but he's never been as good at giving up on others as he is at giving up on himself. ]
No.
[ Inigo's voice shakes a bit, but his tone sounds resolute. His arms don't even move to embrace Roland in turn while the other clings onto him. Inigo just stands there, unmoving. ]
Why would you do that to him? Haven't you thought of a moment what that would be like for him? Do you know just how many times he'd think of you, wondering what he did wrong for you to be gone? How many times he'd blame himself? [ Inigo knows. Because that's what he did, over, and over, and over. How could Roland wish that fate upon his own son? Having to live with some stranger he's never met before, having to build up a life from scratch?
He puts a hand on Roland's shoulder, forcibly moving him backwards. Not away from him entirely, but just enough so he can look Roland straight in the eyes, unyielding. Like a flame inside of Inigo that doesn't see the light of day except for in the most desperate situations. ]
What he needs is his father. Whether he's healthy or not.
[ For a moment Inigo closes his eyes, shaking his head, but then he's right back to looking at the other. ]
Of course we will bring back your world. And we'll make sure he's healthy too, while we're at it. But don't forget for a moment that what he needs the most is for you to come back to him. He needs you.