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[standvastig]

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Is there a reason you told me about your armor being here?

[leitstern]

Yes. I desire to understand why you traded away a gift I poured my soul into - all for you - when I held onto mine after everything that has happened.

[standvastig]

["Gift"? He presumes he's talking about his own suit of armor.]

Because that armor could be better spent feeding and clothing those under my protection than sitting in a box.

[Because that's where it was otherwise relegated. In a box.]

[leitstern]

I ought not be surprised. You are an observant man when the citizenry requires aid but are blind to notice your oldest friend. Though I burned that bridge a long time prior so why am I even concerned?

[standvastig]

Indeed. Why are you concerned?

[It sounds callous. And it probably is meant to be.]

It is all in the past, Jasper.

[leitstern]

It is certainly not in our future, anyway.

[One might dare to dream of them wearing that armour again. One wistful thought before he tells himself it is false hope.]

[standvastig]

You know that and you are looking at that armor anyway.

[He doesn't think he'll ever understand that part of Jasper. The man destroyed his home and kingdom and yet yearns for the symbols of it like they mean anything without that home and kingdom.]

[leitstern]

[What can he say to that? The man is right.]

Are you going to begrudge me some unhappiness, Hendrik?

[standvastig]

You have been bitter and unhappy for so long that I would have thought you tired of it by now.

[leitstern]

I cannot pretend to be offended. I cannot pretend to be content. But really both are neither here nor there. We grew up together but we were not treated alike. I had my wishes ignored and though I understand the reason why I cannot separate my mind from my memories. You should do well to remember that.

[standvastig]

You say that as if I am not reminded every time I look at you.

[leitstern]

What do you want me to say, Hendrik? My wish is you might gaze upon me and see the young man I was but neither of us can turn back time.

[standvastig]

There is nothing to say, Jasper. We both made our decisions, whether or not we were aware of what they truly meant.

[leitstern]

Or whether they were truly ours.

[He knows what His Majesty would advise on this matter, estranged as they are by his decisions.]

[standvastig]

Regardless, it is nothing we can do anything about anymore.

[leitstern]

Am I a fool to hope such might not be the case?

We are living on the edge of the world. Perhaps it is possible.

[standvastig]

[There is a long period in which Hendrik does not reply.]

Perhaps.

[He doesn't know how he feels about that prospect.]

[leitstern]

[His own reply takes a moment. Steering into the start of being unacceptable, steering them towards the end of conversation. It is easier to move on and pretend particular answers never happened.]

Do I buy it, then?

[standvastig]

[He stares at the question, unsure why Jasper is even asking.]

Regardless of what has happened, it is yours, Jasper.

[leitstern]

I find it strange to be buying what belongs to me.

Regardless, we are sure to have room under the stairs, I suppose.

[standvastig]

I have something to put away as well.

[But he doesn't have anything to say to having to buy things.]

[leitstern]

More plants from the garden no doubt?

[standvastig]

No. Something I arrived with.

You will see when you return with your armor.

Next Morning

[leitstern]

[The armour is delivered the next hour. It occupies the entirety of the lounge, lying across the couch and coffee table. Jasper polishes it piece by piece. Each is carefully set aside before he starts work on the next. It takes him the better part of a few hours before he hears footsteps in the hall.

Hendrik is standing behind somewhere, looking down with some emotion he cannot name.]

Yes?

[standvastig]

[Seeing that silver armor is a reminder of things that once were and never would be quite the same again.

It is, perhaps, inconceivably superficial of him to think of Jasper's dulled hair and ashen skin, in comparison to the striking contrast he made with golden hair and silver mail. But that is where his mind wanders, thinking of humanity lost rather than what was retained and regained in this time-frozen world.]

They had all of it?