Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Gale is upset, and while some small part of him had wanted to blame Mazikeen entirely, he knows that isn’t fair. This is as much his fault - probably more his fault - than hers.
What if there really is a baby? What if he’s really created someone else to hurt?
He remembers watching his father taunt Elio, watching the way his brother’s red blood looked against his red markings through Celina’s eyes. Which would Mazikeen think worse, he wonders: him hurting their child or stealing it away entirely? Those are surely the only options, and he’s frowning as he’s considering them, hardly even paying attention to Mazikeen as he looks right at her.
When she speaks - she wants to find out immediately - Gale thinks he can hear some of his own worry reflected in her voice.
How selfish he’s been, he realizes suddenly, as if she is not the one who will eventually suffer the most. She’s noticed it too, which stings even as she tells him he doesn’t have to go to Tephra. Does she not want him involved at all? Gale would understand entirely, yet how does she think such a thing possible? Will she break her promise to him if there’s a child?
She should, Gale knows; that would be the best choice.
But, the selfish part of him pipes up: what if there is not a child? What if this is just an ache in her belly, something the magicians can heal in an eyeblink?
Perhaps he has not ruined everything yet, so he reaches out to brush his muzzle against hers, and manages to distill all the words in his head to only a handful, and says them with a bittersweet smile.
“I would like to be wherever you are, for as long as you will have me.”
@[Mazikeen]
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