Qeya River šest

The notion clearly troubled her. To see her expression change suddenly emboldened him. He saw what he told himself was self-awareness, as she had confessed that she cared- but also worry. Whether it was worry for his own welfare or for hers, he could not tell- but he wanted it to disappear.

I’m worried too. He admitted. He knew he would miss her, but missing her was something he could deal with- fearing for her welfare was not something he could suffer. He inched closer, so he could speak more quietly.

I don’t mean to…Like…Undermine your strength, nor do I doubt your ability to take care of yourself, or defend yourself but…It’s Sun Eater. I’m worried…To leave you here, with him. He confessed. I think…Sometimes…I know he checks in on you, and I…I don’t know what his intentions are, and it…It drives me mad…I wonder if he’s sending me away just so his “gray man” or whatever his name is can try and take me out, and I dunno, maybe I’m just being paranoid-

He’d been speaking too fast, and suddenly slammed on the brakes when his word salad offered an interesting appetizer. 

Paranoia.

Am I? Or do you like…Do you doubt him too?