[ None of that means a whit to him, but his confusion keeps as a low hum, blanketed by a more pervasive sense that it should have meaning, in this place. Arus, a princess and Coran, his lion and the Galra. They fit here. He does not, that's the truth, a truth with greater reach than this.
But permission to stay can be read in this ongoing invitation, so he'll stay.
Strange, for a place so unknown to feel familiar. Maybe the importance of it, and the certainty it could lift them to the stars, to which he's fled for so much of his life.
There is one thing, however, that he can less easily brush past and accept. ]
You've trained a lion for that?
[ He's. sort of. imagining him taking a lion on regular walks. Would a lion wear a leash? Probably not, right? ]
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But permission to stay can be read in this ongoing invitation, so he'll stay.
Strange, for a place so unknown to feel familiar. Maybe the importance of it, and the certainty it could lift them to the stars, to which he's fled for so much of his life.
There is one thing, however, that he can less easily brush past and accept. ]
You've trained a lion for that?
[ He's. sort of. imagining him taking a lion on regular walks. Would a lion wear a leash? Probably not, right? ]