The rift between them is palpable, wrought with tension and regret for both of them. The silence that hangs between them for a good minute is colder than the snow, and Noel's eyes narrow very slightly, almost imperceptibly, as he tries to parse those words.
"You mean Yeul," he says --not a question but a statement-- and his eyes follow the direction Caius motions in.
She had said that they lived apart -- her and Caius, that is. He assumes it was a decision that Caius had made, not her. It makes sense, in a strange way. He wanted her to be free...maybe he meant free of him, too. It's a moment before he turns back to Caius, offers any kind of response.
"How can you be sure of that?" It's a question, but one he asks with certainty. This Yeul is the one he grew up with, who remembers him. But she's still Yeul, who died and was reborn again and again to be with Caius.
sorry for the late response, it's been a crazy week!
"You mean Yeul," he says --not a question but a statement-- and his eyes follow the direction Caius motions in.
She had said that they lived apart -- her and Caius, that is. He assumes it was a decision that Caius had made, not her. It makes sense, in a strange way. He wanted her to be free...maybe he meant free of him, too. It's a moment before he turns back to Caius, offers any kind of response.
"How can you be sure of that?" It's a question, but one he asks with certainty. This Yeul is the one he grew up with, who remembers him. But she's still Yeul, who died and was reborn again and again to be with Caius.