[ It's been literal decades since anyone called him sweet; he reacts to that compliment with a short bark of a laugh, though his ears do perk forward--an involuntary, pleased reaction. ]
I have but little to my name. I expect the same is true for most of us, now. We must hold on to what we can.
[ Of their lost worlds. Lost lives.
(Though his was already lost, long ago. But some remnant still persists. The same glowing ember that inspires him to rescue a young lady's hat.) ]
[ She watches with interest, head tilting upwards as if it'll give her a better view of his reaction. As peculiar as it is, what he says following it explains it. The feeling that she knows well. It's why she's so keen on keeping the thing, as raggedy as it might look now. ]
Juvia agrees. Even something as small as this is the best kind of comfort.
[ Or reminder, although that portion is unsaid. She lets out a quiet sigh, finally placing the hat atop her head. ]
It almost feels easy, now, to forget that we don't belong here.
[ He smiles thinly as he starts to move, heading away from these vines, away from this forest. ]
I do not belong anywhere, and have not for quite some time.
[ He feels the loss of Azeroth keenly, but not because the place felt like home. He lost his home when he died, and he would never get it back. Still, he had fought hard to protect it. To know that battle came to nothing weighs on him. ]
[ She thinks she understands what he means, only having experienced something like that in the lull between guilds and finding a place to call her own.
Following him is something she does automatically, both to have help in case a tree steals from her again and the curiosity she distinctly feels right after their exchange. ]
Surely there was a point in time where you did, before our arrival? Even if it may have not felt like you belonged, it could have been a place where you frequented..
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I have but little to my name. I expect the same is true for most of us, now. We must hold on to what we can.
[ Of their lost worlds. Lost lives.
(Though his was already lost, long ago. But some remnant still persists. The same glowing ember that inspires him to rescue a young lady's hat.) ]
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Juvia agrees. Even something as small as this is the best kind of comfort.
[ Or reminder, although that portion is unsaid. She lets out a quiet sigh, finally placing the hat atop her head. ]
It almost feels easy, now, to forget that we don't belong here.
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I do not belong anywhere, and have not for quite some time.
[ He feels the loss of Azeroth keenly, but not because the place felt like home. He lost his home when he died, and he would never get it back. Still, he had fought hard to protect it. To know that battle came to nothing weighs on him. ]
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Following him is something she does automatically, both to have help in case a tree steals from her again and the curiosity she distinctly feels right after their exchange. ]
Surely there was a point in time where you did, before our arrival? Even if it may have not felt like you belonged, it could have been a place where you frequented..
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[ Before his death. ]
But not since I became what I am. We are no more welcome in our homelands than we are in these strange realms.
[ Though, admittedly, not everyone here immediately clocks him for undead ... ]