Roland has always prided himself on having a good grasp of his surroundings, and its that precise instinct to keep a cool head above water that saves him at the last second. Habitual in is desire to get the job done before he has time to overthink, though that might be futile since all he does is keep it to himself anyway, bound to implode into the pages of his personal journal in due time. This was going to be no different -
- except Yuume's words are like arrows into the very thing he knows so little about. The revelation of who Roland actually is, and how he didn't have enough time to process soulmates apart from his willingness to die on behalf of his people if that was what it took. At whatever cost asked of him, he would have paid it.
It's going to be difficult though, setting this aside for the mission at hand. It's already taking most of his energy not to pounce on what she shares with him - magic that binds another to their control; marks on the soul; more extreme examples.
Soulmates are extreme examples, are they not? Or as far as Roland could tell. But what did he really know? Earth was so paltry to magic, to all this mess he didn't understand and has yet to decode. As he rests his finger under his chin, the only thing he can say to Yuume afterwards is the most appropriate one that comes to mind anyway.
"What if one being's already been split into two halves? Can you...can you make them exist independently from one another?"
OH NO!! this conversation is going to live rent-free in roland's head for a long time, yuume help
- except Yuume's words are like arrows into the very thing he knows so little about. The revelation of who Roland actually is, and how he didn't have enough time to process soulmates apart from his willingness to die on behalf of his people if that was what it took. At whatever cost asked of him, he would have paid it.
It's going to be difficult though, setting this aside for the mission at hand. It's already taking most of his energy not to pounce on what she shares with him - magic that binds another to their control; marks on the soul; more extreme examples.
Soulmates are extreme examples, are they not? Or as far as Roland could tell. But what did he really know? Earth was so paltry to magic, to all this mess he didn't understand and has yet to decode. As he rests his finger under his chin, the only thing he can say to Yuume afterwards is the most appropriate one that comes to mind anyway.
"What if one being's already been split into two halves? Can you...can you make them exist independently from one another?"
What am I asking her? What am I doing?