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[standvastig]

Should any wish to communicate, the opportunity is open. The door has yet to close.

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[leitstern]

[Jasper is silent; listening to Hendrik speak while wiping irritating sweat off his brow. His observation obviously rings true in some fashion.]

She had become a faithful companion over yourself in my eyes.

[His voice lacks bitterness. Being understood has soothed old wounds and he finds himself offering Hendrik that same understanding.]

I wish I could say different but so be it.

[standvastig]

[Hendrik shakes his head slowly, looking off to the sky dotted with clouds.]

No, I understand perfectly. Perhaps unfortunately. Obsidian became that for me through our trials together.

[He can't even be bitter finding that similarity with Jasper. Despite the hero worship and admiration he inspired in his men, that itself was a barrier in ever finding friends among them once he became a general.]

She was found with Obsidian. Despite everything, they arrived at the Last Bastion together.

[leitstern]

[There is a flash of emotion behind his eyes. Sadness and regret mixed with relief and the hope of meeting again. The emotions work their way through his arm, tensing nerves and muscles until they work their way into his fingers - which clench hard in reflex and refuse to shake loose.

He has a cracked voice in his throat.

There are no words.]