[ Oberon is silent. She's right, after all. He's just as bad... no, if anything, he's worse. Everything he says is a lie, all he can do is manipulate what the lie is.
...so he doesn't say a single thing. Instead, he simply acts. His bloodied hand, tough and hard with the carapace of the bug, a hand that once easily bruised her just by gripping too hard... gently—or at least, an attempt and gentleness, to be honest, he's still as indelicate as ever—caresses the back of her head. It's getting blood all over her hair, but that doesn't matter.
He rest his head on her shoulder, up against her neck, closer than he's ever allowed himself to be before. His other hand, wrapped around her back, holds her close and tight to his chest... as if she might vanish if he were to let go. ]
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...so he doesn't say a single thing. Instead, he simply acts. His bloodied hand, tough and hard with the carapace of the bug, a hand that once easily bruised her just by gripping too hard... gently—or at least, an attempt and gentleness, to be honest, he's still as indelicate as ever—caresses the back of her head. It's getting blood all over her hair, but that doesn't matter.
He rest his head on her shoulder, up against her neck, closer than he's ever allowed himself to be before. His other hand, wrapped around her back, holds her close and tight to his chest... as if she might vanish if he were to let go. ]
...who knows?
[ ...is all he says. ]