[ In this moment he was quite a lot of things he couldn't probably ever put into words, but he'd settle with exhausted. His energy for being unpredictable and his usual cheeky self just would take some time and decent recovery, but that was something he had in spades given the rest of the world likely considered him a dead man.
When Caelus pulled back to meet his gaze? It was enough to have him raising a curious eyebrow since this held such a serious air about it all.
Not that he had to wait long to hear the other man continue, mind reeling for a second once those words set in. Everything? There must have been a moment where they had enough of a connection in the dreamscape before, then. If the young trailblazer was now aware of his past, what he was... and everything he'd experienced as an Avgin... would that change how Caelus saw him?
His smile fell, a brief darkness flashing within his tri-chromatic eyes. This wasn't a trick. It wasn't as if he'd ever sat there and shared information like this to the other here with him before, though where Aventurine expected something pitying or even belittling? Those golden eyes were sympathetic to the point it almost looked like he himself was suffering as a result of what he'd seen, something bitter and hurt welling up within him once he heard that apology but it wasn't because he was mad or anything. ]
Come now. There's no need for an apology. [ A pause, then he let out a heavy breath as his eyes briefly glanced away. ] Words can't change what's already history.
[ By now he'd accepted his past for what it was. It was horrible, to put it in the simplest of terms. Genocide. Slavery. So much spilled blood and pain that could never be truly encapsulated with words alone.
Aventurine moved his hand up to Caelus' left hand on his shoulder, gently grasping the other's wrist before bringing it up so that warm hand could settle along the 'tattoo' on the side of his neck. ]
You must now know what this mark represents then, don't you?
[ Some part of him doesn't want to admit how much he wants to just give in. He, the man who after so many years still didn't truly have anything that was honestly his own... and the individual here with him bearing a Stellaron inside their body claiming that he wished he could have helped him?
The sentiment didn't go unseen. Perhaps that was why he was giving into this whole thing a bit, alongside his exhaustion. ]
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When Caelus pulled back to meet his gaze? It was enough to have him raising a curious eyebrow since this held such a serious air about it all.
Not that he had to wait long to hear the other man continue, mind reeling for a second once those words set in. Everything? There must have been a moment where they had enough of a connection in the dreamscape before, then. If the young trailblazer was now aware of his past, what he was... and everything he'd experienced as an Avgin... would that change how Caelus saw him?
His smile fell, a brief darkness flashing within his tri-chromatic eyes. This wasn't a trick. It wasn't as if he'd ever sat there and shared information like this to the other here with him before, though where Aventurine expected something pitying or even belittling? Those golden eyes were sympathetic to the point it almost looked like he himself was suffering as a result of what he'd seen, something bitter and hurt welling up within him once he heard that apology but it wasn't because he was mad or anything. ]
Come now. There's no need for an apology. [ A pause, then he let out a heavy breath as his eyes briefly glanced away. ] Words can't change what's already history.
[ By now he'd accepted his past for what it was. It was horrible, to put it in the simplest of terms. Genocide. Slavery. So much spilled blood and pain that could never be truly encapsulated with words alone.
Aventurine moved his hand up to Caelus' left hand on his shoulder, gently grasping the other's wrist before bringing it up so that warm hand could settle along the 'tattoo' on the side of his neck. ]
You must now know what this mark represents then, don't you?
[ Some part of him doesn't want to admit how much he wants to just give in. He, the man who after so many years still didn't truly have anything that was honestly his own... and the individual here with him bearing a Stellaron inside their body claiming that he wished he could have helped him?
The sentiment didn't go unseen. Perhaps that was why he was giving into this whole thing a bit, alongside his exhaustion. ]