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[valonqri]

[ Her truth he thinks is little more than she can reach with her tiny outstretched hand. Truths he wishes not to trample on, although it could be so easily done. It's charming, in a way, her simple affections for him. Her faith in him. In the same stroke, it's not the answer he's seeking.

Where she finds peace in speaking it, he finds himself the opposite. Shirking up his bones as he steps further away from her. Allowing her the space to continue on without him. Whether he thinks she has the capability of finding her way back on her own or not no longer seems to matter. She is home, if she does not find her own way back eventually someone will do it for her. He's quick to shed the responsibility with a scoff. Fleeting. His head shaking more to himself than anything she's said. He needs to sober himself.]

Then I leave you to your truths. [ He disengages, formally. Wading a step or two back to look her over once more. A fitting scene to once again be leaving her from. At least she still has her trousers on. ]

Goodnight, princess. [ Bidding her at least one last goodbye, even though most of it slips under his breath as he propels himself away. He turns on his heel and is gone down the corridor far more swiftly than he'd come. ]