[ It's hard to say how long he remains there, quiet, glass hand over Theo's pulse. He could know, if he wanted. Let the tower tell him in microscopically small units of time, to the hundredth of a hundredth of a second. But he doesn't want to know. He just wants to stay here, in this room, faced with undeniable proof that the Warrior of Light never died the choking, withering death of enhanced black rose.
He's more cautious with his spoken hand than he was with the tower's. When he finally brings it up to Theo's head, brushes a fingertip lightly over a lock of hair, his heart is beating so fast that this close, hearing so sensitive, Theo can probably pick up a new, unfamiliar sound. A ringing quality to his heartbeat, like a finger running along the side of a glass.
With a soft exhale, he buries his fingers of flesh and bone in Theo's hair. ]
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[ It's hard to say how long he remains there, quiet, glass hand over Theo's pulse. He could know, if he wanted. Let the tower tell him in microscopically small units of time, to the hundredth of a hundredth of a second. But he doesn't want to know. He just wants to stay here, in this room, faced with undeniable proof that the Warrior of Light never died the choking, withering death of enhanced black rose.
He's more cautious with his spoken hand than he was with the tower's. When he finally brings it up to Theo's head, brushes a fingertip lightly over a lock of hair, his heart is beating so fast that this close, hearing so sensitive, Theo can probably pick up a new, unfamiliar sound. A ringing quality to his heartbeat, like a finger running along the side of a glass.
With a soft exhale, he buries his fingers of flesh and bone in Theo's hair. ]