[Oh. He wasn't quite expecting that. It's true, isn't it? That if it doesn't go as they hoped, that if the wishes are just a false promise ... then. Well.
His stomach drops a bit and it's obvious on his face he hasn't thought it about that way quite yet. Hard to say if he was avoiding the difficult thought or just that it hadn't occurred to him really.]
I ... yeah.
[He doesn't say me too. It's obvious he doesn't regret any of it. But if he doesn't come back, then it'd be him who made the mistake. Who wouldn't have any regrets to live with anyway, because he wouldn't be living with anything.]
Whatever happens, I suppose ... Thank you for letting me meet you again.
[He's normally very good at keeping it together, managing to talk through these things, but this one has struck a chord that keeps reverberating. His arm drops off of Caleb's shoulder and he looks distant. Thinking.]
[After a second he lets it pass - the dread and fear that it could be just this. That's it. Lights out. The idea that there could be something to regret. He can only really wait and right now, he doesn't want to let the thought come in and consume this entire moment. Leaning in so his forehead bumps against Caleb's temple, looking at him up close, trying to make capture that thought projection curse one more time. ]
[His voice breaks a little when he says it, though he doesn't mean it to be. He knows this probably won't be goodbye, that there will be choices, that they will find a way to save him no matter what. But he can so easily picture an ending, too, one where this is where they part, where all he has left are memories and pithy phrases to live by. When Beau and Ichiro started repeating something else they heard from him, he couldn't help but wonder if that was all they would have of him.
It will be so much worse this time, when he let Molly know him, let himself love him. But he will not regret it. Probably, probably.]
For your wish, uhm. . . Beauregard and I were discussing how best to do it. We have three, and a few different things we need to accomplish. Here is my plan - we may need one to ensure we all return together, so we save that. We use the other wishes for two things. First, we kill the Cognouza and the Somnovem, free everything trapped there and all influence. Second, we wish Lucien gone and you alive to take over, with all of the abilities gained from the Cognouza in tact but without its influence.
Well, I am not sure what they all are, but he can use an anti-magic cone. And if I cannot use my wish on the Cerberus Assembly, then the anti-magic is what we need.
He killed an archmage like it was nothing. We need that.
[ please help me i cant stop thinking about the phrase “weaponizing mollys tits” this is really so much
Anyway, sadly, Molly just grins a bit. He’s into this. Hate it! He should probably be more concerned about the powers of a would-be god that are mostly unknown. For all of his going on about being Kind to Nona, archmages are bad and terrible and he doesn’t quite know why he feels that way but sure. ]
[Molly, you are so sexy to him right now. The mental image of yanking down Molly's shirt and blasting Trent with anti-magic is really doing it for him.]
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[If he hasn't learned by now that Molly will tolerate a lot of feelings in his direction, he might never get it.]
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. . . If it does not go the way we hope. If you somehow. . . cannot return with us. I . . . I will not regret any of this.
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His stomach drops a bit and it's obvious on his face he hasn't thought it about that way quite yet. Hard to say if he was avoiding the difficult thought or just that it hadn't occurred to him really.]
I ... yeah.
[He doesn't say me too. It's obvious he doesn't regret any of it. But if he doesn't come back, then it'd be him who made the mistake. Who wouldn't have any regrets to live with anyway, because he wouldn't be living with anything.]
Whatever happens, I suppose ... Thank you for letting me meet you again.
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I am the one who is thankful.
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I don't quite know what else ... [to say?]
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[If they do have one more night together, he's ruined it with these miserable thoughts. And if they don't, he's upset him for no good reason.
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No, s'alright. Better to have a chance to say goodbye. Didn't get that before.
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[Taking his hand, giving it a squeeze, looking back up at him.]
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No, I don't expect you do.
[After a second he lets it pass - the dread and fear that it could be just this. That's it. Lights out. The idea that there could be something to regret. He can only really wait and right now, he doesn't want to let the thought come in and consume this entire moment. Leaning in so his forehead bumps against Caleb's temple, looking at him up close, trying to make capture that thought projection curse one more time. ]
... I love you.
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[His voice breaks a little when he says it, though he doesn't mean it to be. He knows this probably won't be goodbye, that there will be choices, that they will find a way to save him no matter what. But he can so easily picture an ending, too, one where this is where they part, where all he has left are memories and pithy phrases to live by. When Beau and Ichiro started repeating something else they heard from him, he couldn't help but wonder if that was all they would have of him.
It will be so much worse this time, when he let Molly know him, let himself love him. But he will not regret it. Probably, probably.]
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Shifting from just holding his hand to holding him instead, putting his head on his shoulder. ]
… Everything will be alright. Don’t have to keep chasing me anymore.
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[Leaning into him, though. Flashback to an hour earlier when he asks Beau why she was hugging him. Sorry for being so gay.]
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Is it embarrassing to stand here and just hold each other? Probably. Is it stopping him? No. ]
Sure, just saying. Maybe I jog a bit to catch up for once.
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For your wish, uhm. . . Beauregard and I were discussing how best to do it. We have three, and a few different things we need to accomplish. Here is my plan - we may need one to ensure we all return together, so we save that. We use the other wishes for two things. First, we kill the Cognouza and the Somnovem, free everything trapped there and all influence. Second, we wish Lucien gone and you alive to take over, with all of the abilities gained from the Cognouza in tact but without its influence.
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Abilities … ?
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He killed an archmage like it was nothing. We need that.
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Anyway, sadly, Molly just grins a bit. He’s into this. Hate it! He should probably be more concerned about the powers of a would-be god that are mostly unknown. For all of his going on about being Kind to Nona, archmages are bad and terrible and he doesn’t quite know why he feels that way but sure. ]
Oh. Sure. Alright. Sounds fun to me.
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It will be fun.