[Flayn wants to reassure him, but there's nothing either of them can say at this point that they haven't already. What has happened last night cannot be changed. What will come tomorrow, they cannot yet know.
She sighs.
And then she reaches up for his hand to take it gently in hers. He's wearing gloves, still, so it's fine. And perhaps it's too forward, but... having him here with her is the one thing that's helped so far. So to have him a little closer...
...well, she hopes it will bring him even a fraction of the comfort it brings her.
She doesn't speak, because she doesn't know what to say, but she's here.]
[ yin yu is not really a touchy person. he tends to keep a bubble, a wide berth as far away from others as possible. he'd burned every bridge to every single contact he'd had, on purpose, or on accident, except for hua cheng. erased himself from existence as existence had erased who he used to be, and ran as far from it as possible. the only person who ever seemed to burst that bubble was quan yizhen, and he forced his way through it as he did all things, leaving him stranded behind in the glory of his sunlight. getting close to anyone was not in the cards for the person he has become, and he'd had no intention of that either, when he'd arrived on the island.
two weeks later, that had changed. bonds were formed, some stronger than others, forged by the simple kindness of other people, anchoring him to existence when he tried to slide away, by a desire to survive together, to defeat an evil. three weeks later, he stands with the others on the precipice of something familiar and wholly unknown at the same time, by the sides of many of those people.
it is something to keep him here. not as the xianxianyue officer, masked and anonymous, but as yin yu. a person that the world forgot.
for a long moment, he doesn't move.
but, slowly, he relaxes, and yin yu squeezes her hand. ]
She is not someone who is accustomed to solitude, not really. Seclusion, perhaps - with one other person, or perhaps two - but not solitude. The moments she wakes and finds herself truly alone are the most terrifying, and she has always done everything in her power to avoid them.
It would be so easy to feel alone here, but she isn't, and she knows that she isn't.
Even here, she isn't alone. She could have been - if there was any justice in this world or any other, Yin Yu and Dimitri and all the people she's grown attached to in the week since their arrival wouldn't be here. But they are, and he's here, and each time they meet it feels like he lets her in just a little more.
It means more to her than she can say.
They sit in silence for a long while, until - finally - she speaks very softly.]
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She sighs.
And then she reaches up for his hand to take it gently in hers. He's wearing gloves, still, so it's fine. And perhaps it's too forward, but... having him here with her is the one thing that's helped so far. So to have him a little closer...
...well, she hopes it will bring him even a fraction of the comfort it brings her.
She doesn't speak, because she doesn't know what to say, but she's here.]
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two weeks later, that had changed. bonds were formed, some stronger than others, forged by the simple kindness of other people, anchoring him to existence when he tried to slide away, by a desire to survive together, to defeat an evil. three weeks later, he stands with the others on the precipice of something familiar and wholly unknown at the same time, by the sides of many of those people.
it is something to keep him here. not as the xianxianyue officer, masked and anonymous, but as yin yu. a person that the world forgot.
for a long moment, he doesn't move.
but, slowly, he relaxes, and yin yu squeezes her hand. ]
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She is not someone who is accustomed to solitude, not really. Seclusion, perhaps - with one other person, or perhaps two - but not solitude. The moments she wakes and finds herself truly alone are the most terrifying, and she has always done everything in her power to avoid them.
It would be so easy to feel alone here, but she isn't, and she knows that she isn't.
Even here, she isn't alone. She could have been - if there was any justice in this world or any other, Yin Yu and Dimitri and all the people she's grown attached to in the week since their arrival wouldn't be here. But they are, and he's here, and each time they meet it feels like he lets her in just a little more.
It means more to her than she can say.
They sit in silence for a long while, until - finally - she speaks very softly.]
...thank you, Yin Yu.