[The last thing Basil could ever do is pity her. He knows how she must be feeling, even if his own experiences come at it from a totally different angle. She feels...wrong. Broken. She shouldn't be here, yet for some reason, the universe has decided to keep her alive...and she isn't even really alive.
It's cruel. It feels like the Fog must have done it to her on purpose, just how Basil felt his fire must have been given to him as a curse, to ruin the plants he loves so dearly.
But right now? For once...Basil doesn't see it as a curse. If anything, he's glad that he has it, because if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to help Max. It...feels like the first time he's really been able to properly help anyone.
He felt like he was helping, back then. But it also felt like the only option. He hadn't been given a choice...
Basil keeps his hands loose so Max can slip her fingers between his claws before he curves them gently around her hands, keeping the warmth between both of them. He'd be hugging her if he had access to his arms, but the way she leans against him is contact enough, he figures. He tilts his head slightly, leaning his head against hers, heedless to the way her antler presses against his scales.]
...everything is going to be okay, Max.
[He eventually murmurs, his voice a whisper.]
T-this...isn't fair. But it doesn't make you...any less you. You're still Max.
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Date: 2023-04-29 11:35 pm (UTC)It's cruel. It feels like the Fog must have done it to her on purpose, just how Basil felt his fire must have been given to him as a curse, to ruin the plants he loves so dearly.
But right now? For once...Basil doesn't see it as a curse. If anything, he's glad that he has it, because if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to help Max. It...feels like the first time he's really been able to properly help anyone.
He felt like he was helping, back then. But it also felt like the only option. He hadn't been given a choice...
Basil keeps his hands loose so Max can slip her fingers between his claws before he curves them gently around her hands, keeping the warmth between both of them. He'd be hugging her if he had access to his arms, but the way she leans against him is contact enough, he figures. He tilts his head slightly, leaning his head against hers, heedless to the way her antler presses against his scales.]
...everything is going to be okay, Max.
[He eventually murmurs, his voice a whisper.]
T-this...isn't fair. But it doesn't make you...any less you. You're still Max.