[Takeshi's own words seem to catch in the web of the room. Echoing as Stephen speaks, spinning between, weft and warp. The bind off comes sudden, that sharp inhale that breaks Takeshi's name down into the single syllable that he hasn't heard since Rei. Since Quell.
The threads pull. The image forms clear, the truth Takeshi's been ignoring. Denying the risk. The suffering.
His hand lifts. Tips Stephen's chin up, holding gentle as if to examine him, as if to ensure his gaze, his attention, no shake or break or flitting away.]
You're not infallible, Stephen. [No one human is, and Stephen, despite all his magic and power, is still so blisteringly, beautifully human.] And I'll see your flaws. Because I won't ever look away.
[If this is what Stephen wants. If this is the decision he makes.]
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The threads pull. The image forms clear, the truth Takeshi's been ignoring. Denying the risk. The suffering.
His hand lifts. Tips Stephen's chin up, holding gentle as if to examine him, as if to ensure his gaze, his attention, no shake or break or flitting away.]
You're not infallible, Stephen. [No one human is, and Stephen, despite all his magic and power, is still so blisteringly, beautifully human.] And I'll see your flaws. Because I won't ever look away.
[If this is what Stephen wants. If this is the decision he makes.]