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Comfort could be found in logic, even if it was an unfeeling concept. It provided a certainty that came with thought. Undeniable and absolute... often provided a path to embark without a sense of regret. She could gander a glimpse at this rare kind of comfort but could not wholly see why he partook in it so fondly. Perhaps had she been born a Lambda, she would see through his eyes and know. But then if she had, their relationship would have been no different than her interactions with any other of her family. Routine...mundane...far from extraordinary.
But his logic as it stood now was so insufferably humorous, she did not know where to begin to explain where he was wrong and where he was right. She could only laugh at it all. Her body trembled as she sounded her genuine laugh laced with a bitterness offered solely to the concept of fate. And when he spoke of an agreement, she about lost her sense of self, falling into fits of laughter so much that she was rendered down onto the banks of the lake by her own boisterous tones. It was so logical and sound... too reasonable to be a farce offered as a joke to place her at the end of. She knew him to be an honest male and knew that his words now were offered as genuine. And the thought of it only made her laugh harder.
And gradually, her voice quieted to stifled giggles that had long lost their alluring ring and were replaced with a hollow sound, unbecoming of a woman often perceived as happy. And when her voice portrayed true life within it again, it was in pain. A pain that reverberated with each painful intake of breathe and each shaky exhale as she tried to collect herself to keep herself from weeping. "X'ies..." his name was a whispered on her lips as she left her muzzle rest on top of his shoulder and her damp arms wrapped around his chest. More for herself, than for him, she help onto him dearly with selfish impulse to leech whatever strength she could from him to keep her from falling apart.
"I damn the Nomads for hiding away the experiences of love... and I pity those that will never know what it is. If you know of it...if you had felt it for yourself X'ies... even briefly, you would not come to me like this with your 'agreement'. You would know how painful those words are..."
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