[Why did Noctis have to say things that tore into his heart and made it bleed from the pain of it? That mended another wound that had been made so long ago, sealing it shut and leaving it whole?
Ezio had fallen deep, fallen fast and easily, like a leaf falling from the trees in the fall. He had always either loved intensely or not at all.
But there was something about the way that he loved Noctis that was different. That made even those words which were meant to be tender inspire pain. Because in the end this wouldn't last and it would be nothing more than another loss, another hole to bear.
And he would suffer it silently, gladly, just for these moments.]
I could not teach you that. No more than I could teach my soul not to be the mate for yours.
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Ezio had fallen deep, fallen fast and easily, like a leaf falling from the trees in the fall. He had always either loved intensely or not at all.
But there was something about the way that he loved Noctis that was different. That made even those words which were meant to be tender inspire pain. Because in the end this wouldn't last and it would be nothing more than another loss, another hole to bear.
And he would suffer it silently, gladly, just for these moments.]
I could not teach you that. No more than I could teach my soul not to be the mate for yours.