[ Even though he knows better, a part of Rezo was expecting the sensation of soft skin. Instead, his hand settles on a curved stone surface, lined with bumps. Yet it's warm, as an ordinary person's would be. Warm and alive. It truly is a marvel, almost as much as the fact that Zelgadis is allowing this at all.
And merely because Rezo said a few things that he thought Zelgadis already knew?
It was so... simple.
Not easy, not in the least, but simple. Even if he's not forgiven by any means, he had assumed he would need to pull off a miracle in order to even lessen the rift.
But even if Zelgadis's heart has eased, that doesn't solve the underlying root of their problems. Even as Rezo continues to carefully hold Zelgadis's face in his hand, his expression is conflicted. ]
...It's deeper than a matter of a rift, Zelgadis. I could kill you. I have already tried to do so in the past.
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And merely because Rezo said a few things that he thought Zelgadis already knew?
It was so... simple.
Not easy, not in the least, but simple. Even if he's not forgiven by any means, he had assumed he would need to pull off a miracle in order to even lessen the rift.
But even if Zelgadis's heart has eased, that doesn't solve the underlying root of their problems. Even as Rezo continues to carefully hold Zelgadis's face in his hand, his expression is conflicted. ]
...It's deeper than a matter of a rift, Zelgadis. I could kill you. I have already tried to do so in the past.