[His heart leaps in his chest, and there's hope dancing behind his eyes like a growing spark, even as she fumbles through articulating what she needs. Wants. Almost a little too quickly, he gets to his feet, feeling breathless, that hopeful smile still on his face.]
It's a promise. [He gives it without hesitation.] Even if we don't always agree, even if you don't need my help, I'll always support you.
[Maybe it would pour cold water on his efforts at diplomacy, when he was trying to ingratitiate himself with Zenith, and she tended to trend towards the exact opposite, to put it mildly. Or maybe he could be a shelter for her from their ire. Smooth things over before they have a chance to get out of hand. There were many possibilities of how things could go from here, but he was still determined to get the best outcome for everyone involved, and he was determined that the woman before him wouldn't be left behind in that. She might be stubborn, and proud, and headstrong, but she was worth love and protection as much as anyone else. Even moreso, now she had become someone so irreplacable to him.
Maybe with enough love, she could finally let go of her anger.
He offers a hand to Hayame. Not to offer a formal handshake, as if to seal a deal with an ally, but to reach for her, and see if she would reach back and take his hand without rejecting it. To see if she might finally believe.]
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It's a promise. [He gives it without hesitation.] Even if we don't always agree, even if you don't need my help, I'll always support you.
[Maybe it would pour cold water on his efforts at diplomacy, when he was trying to ingratitiate himself with Zenith, and she tended to trend towards the exact opposite, to put it mildly. Or maybe he could be a shelter for her from their ire. Smooth things over before they have a chance to get out of hand. There were many possibilities of how things could go from here, but he was still determined to get the best outcome for everyone involved, and he was determined that the woman before him wouldn't be left behind in that. She might be stubborn, and proud, and headstrong, but she was worth love and protection as much as anyone else. Even moreso, now she had become someone so irreplacable to him.
Maybe with enough love, she could finally let go of her anger.
He offers a hand to Hayame. Not to offer a formal handshake, as if to seal a deal with an ally, but to reach for her, and see if she would reach back and take his hand without rejecting it. To see if she might finally believe.]