[ as if he wasn't there when it happened. he can't say he blames owain for the destruction, nor would he blame owain for being angry with him. this was avoidable—that's the worst part of it. he should have known better, been more calm, more logical. or, failing that, considered how much it would hurt owain to see him perish. how could he have done this to someone he cared about while fully knowing what it meant?
he sits on the bed with his regrets for sometime before noticing the notebook. there's an uncertain, unseen glance between owain and the book before he heads over and brushes his fingers gently against the page. he doesn't press down hard enough for it to leave any significant impression but, if owain's paying attention? he probably does see the page move a little.
after, he picks up the pen and jots down a reply. his handwriting is extremely neat. (but it isn't courier new it's cursive, it's just hard to pick fonts so use your imagination) ]
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he sits on the bed with his regrets for sometime before noticing the notebook. there's an uncertain, unseen glance between owain and the book before he heads over and brushes his fingers gently against the page. he doesn't press down hard enough for it to leave any significant impression but, if owain's paying attention? he probably does see the page move a little.
after, he picks up the pen and jots down a reply. his handwriting is extremely neat. (but it isn't courier new it's cursive, it's just hard to pick fonts so use your imagination) ]
I can hear you.