[He doesn't turn around when Piety speaks. Instead, he listens to their words, staring into the distant dividing line of ocean and sky, not caring about the water pooling into his shoes as the adrenaline in his system washed over him, numbing everything else out.
What was he fighting for, now? Certainly, his wish—not that he'd mentioned it to anyone—and for Guy, for all his friends. But in a way, he'd also started fighting for Piety, for their ideals—and for they themselves. What he'd first dismissed as a coincidence turned into a trend, and something more than just seeing eye to eye—a real friendship, in its own whimsical way. It had its ups and downs, of course—Piety was a god, and couldn't give much of themselves away—but there seemed to be a depth beyond the standard promises.
Every time he'd had something to complain about, or trouble with something, Piety had been solidly there. They were doing what they could, within the frustrating constraints of a broken, abusive system, and taking Luke's frustrations with it in a kind, caring stride. That Piety felt as frustrated with the whole thing as he did... it was a relief, somehow, and again... familiar. How many times had he thought about it, throughout their collective conversations, or when he watched him speak with everyone during the trials? His heartfelt sincerity, his hopes and earnest beliefs...
Closing his eyes, he exhales, letting the tension trail out with his breath, the ghost of a smile twitching unseen on his lips. Most of all... his kindness.
From the moment they'd first met.]
You know, Piety, sometimes, you remind me so much of--
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What was he fighting for, now? Certainly, his wish—not that he'd mentioned it to anyone—and for Guy, for all his friends. But in a way, he'd also started fighting for Piety, for their ideals—and for they themselves. What he'd first dismissed as a coincidence turned into a trend, and something more than just seeing eye to eye—a real friendship, in its own whimsical way. It had its ups and downs, of course—Piety was a god, and couldn't give much of themselves away—but there seemed to be a depth beyond the standard promises.
Every time he'd had something to complain about, or trouble with something, Piety had been solidly there. They were doing what they could, within the frustrating constraints of a broken, abusive system, and taking Luke's frustrations with it in a kind, caring stride. That Piety felt as frustrated with the whole thing as he did... it was a relief, somehow, and again... familiar. How many times had he thought about it, throughout their collective conversations, or when he watched him speak with everyone during the trials? His heartfelt sincerity, his hopes and earnest beliefs...
Closing his eyes, he exhales, letting the tension trail out with his breath, the ghost of a smile twitching unseen on his lips. Most of all... his kindness.
From the moment they'd first met.]
You know, Piety, sometimes, you remind me so much of--