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That had been the plan, to be with Micteca for life. Sabriel had wanted that, had fallen in love with Micteca and thought there would be a bright future for them. He hadn't really considered the fact that they had lifestyles too different to keep them together. There was so much he had not considered when he had been young and foolish and just in love so much that it had blinded him to everything else. Understanding the truth later, after the fact and all that had happened and all that he felt.. that was so much worse than it would have been if Sabriel had known what was happening as it was. If he had known that they were on two very different paths of life.

He had never really seen Micteca's flaws, or what others might think were flaws. He knew that she was small for a wolf, and that compared to him she was smaller yet, but Sabriel hadn't seen that as a personal flaw to her. He knew it could be problematic in ways, but he had never held that against her. Sabriel remembers the sweet, kind Micteca that he had known, and he knows that mixed with his feelings for her, it had blinded him to the truth of what she had been learning, what her training would eventually mean. So now he stands here, knowing these things and unable to properly deal with them. It was not easy.

He wanted to hear that she had missed him too, and he was glad when she said it, but he had to say the rest of his part, because it needed to be said and heard. Yet then she was talking, responding to what he had been saying, and Sabriel was quiet for a moment. He was about to reply but she kept speaking, and those next words really hit home for him. When the realization struck him, he was still, eyes wide. "You belong to them more than you've ever belonged to me. I never even had a real chance." That was cold, and there was something immensly sad about those words, his expression now, but maybe that was the key to finally letting go. Knowing he never had anything to hold at all, not for real, not where it counted.

He took a breath, held it, let it go. It was terribly iconic for the metaphorical situation, though. Maybe this was one of those irreconcilable circumstances for them, Sabriel did not know. "If it was only to improe and protect, then you would have never wanted to be an assassin. It is a much different thing, Micteca. Defending is honorable, killing on command is not, and that is what being an assassin means." He sighed, feeling defeated. "Honestly, I did not think you would be capable of being something like that, but you wanted it more than you wanted me." He needed to go now, and he knew that much... he just.. felt lost. "Leave it behind, Micteca. Come with me." A plea to her, this last time.


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male -- eleven -- mate to none -- soulbound to anemone -- gypsy