Noctisardor Bypass Sitting here underneath the bridge

obligated! if it were any other circumstance, he would have agreed — but given the fact that she was a patron and he a roach, he could not endorse such a tragic match-up.
you have no such thing, he reaches for her shoulder, bumping his nose against the warm shade of her light. god does not want this for you. i do not want this for you. i do not think anyone does! and you should not want it for yourself, dear girl.
it sounds to me that he has used you. that he is irresponsible and careless. choose happiness, heda, for you and for your sons, he fights the blistering anger, though his face shifts to something — miffed, or perhaps dejected. there are better men out there. men who will give you love, unabashedly; men who will hold your hand in the love of god.
and now she turns from him, sunders herself. he wishes he could reach for her, encircle her between his jaws, and yet he refrains, standing like a fish out of water as he watches her leave.
god, he whispers through his teeth, help her.
bring her to me.