Noctisardor Bypass We're only kids who lost our way

The guardian was tempted to tell the younger wolf how he was not vouching for disbanding, but he let her speak. He chose to not interrupt her, as she had gotten where he wanted her to go, in the first place. Independant. For him to hear her claim her liberty is it should be.

Her resolve may have still been malleable, but he didn't want to twist it any other way, hoping she would just be capable of understanding how moronic staying in love's crippling mindset truly was. He hadn't meant for her to be misled by his words, but if he would spoken plainly, his words really would have hit a more frigid illusion. He didn't want that for the younger girl.

The dark prince nodded his agreement, saying nothing more to the frost sheathed fae. She knew well what she had to do, and just how badly the the wound would smart solely was reliant on her compliance from her end. Instead of recluding himself back to the wonderous silence, he said something lastly, murmured baritones reaching her in the waft of an icebergs shards.

"I believe in you."

With that, he lay silent, his intent of speech now finished as the conversation seemed to conclude. But had this conversation really concluded? Would it ever? And would the snow beauty ever be able to heal and move on?