[As much as he does't dare hold Regis gaze he can't stop himself from reacting to that touch. Regis strokes his cheek and his eyes close, breath catching even as he tilts his head ever so subtly into the contact. Then the touch drifts to his shoulder and he can breathe again, focus on words that he isn't ready to admit to.]
I'm the only one left to carry them... and I will not let those sacrifices be forgotten.
[He finally meets his King's eyes. Tired and carrying such a weight but still so very determined, gaze hard and unyielding as the steel of his blade.]
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I'm the only one left to carry them... and I will not let those sacrifices be forgotten.
[He finally meets his King's eyes. Tired and carrying such a weight but still so very determined, gaze hard and unyielding as the steel of his blade.]