[ He makes a soft sound like Hmm, not quite judgmental: resigned, maybe. There's a way in which he could envy that, this ability to give in. To let it happen, and throw in his lot with the changing tides. ]
I get that.
[ And he does. It's a way to give in, right? To stop fighting the current.
But this isn't how he ever wanted that to go. He likes his ends more final - which is funny, when you think about it. John's never had a clean break at anything in his life, for all that he's tried to make them. ]
I'll be crossing my fingers, then. For your king to make it back to shore.
[ It's simpler than wanting Annabel here, or fathoming what he'd do if she was. ]
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I get that.
[ And he does. It's a way to give in, right? To stop fighting the current.
But this isn't how he ever wanted that to go. He likes his ends more final - which is funny, when you think about it. John's never had a clean break at anything in his life, for all that he's tried to make them. ]
I'll be crossing my fingers, then. For your king to make it back to shore.
[ It's simpler than wanting Annabel here, or fathoming what he'd do if she was. ]