[words are just words. maybe they don't mean anything at all. anyone can say words, and it's not like he can blame leon for not wanting to take someone's words at face value, no matter how sincere they may be. he was surrounded by people who he didn't trust, and people who didn't trust him either...
so wasn't it just natural for leon to feel that way about words? maybe they were meaningless. was it ever his words that got through to leon? or was it just his actions? his sincerity? something had gotten through to him somewhere along the way.
it was never his words, unless the words were part of sincere gestures.
it had been the fact that he never gave up even when leon wanted him to stop talking. it's the fact that he would talk to every person they met in every town. it was that he'd make sure they were okay and safe, and that he'd listen to whatever they had to say, even if it slowed them up in getting information. it was looking out for the team and always being prepared. right. maybe he's been going about this wrong all along. maybe all this time, it really never should have been the words that mattered.
how often did leon's words matter? he often said things he didn't mean, things that were vaguely derisive yet masked compliments. things that seemed dismissive but were full of contemplation.
right.
right.
this isn't about words.
so stahn finds himself sitting up, contorting himself in a way that he can do so without letting go of leon's hand. that's the last thing he wants to do right now. it's a bit awkward to do so, but he finds a way, and then moves closer to leon. he's determined now, full of fire and conviction.
he can't give up on leon, no matter what. stahn straightens his back and looks directly at leon, and what follows are words that are equal parts determined and soft; there's a strangely gentle way he manages to approach it while still be firm.]
Believe in me... believe in the fact that I say them because I mean it. [maybe leon can't believe in what stahn says and believes, but can he at least believe in stahn?]
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[words are just words. maybe they don't mean anything at all. anyone can say words, and it's not like he can blame leon for not wanting to take someone's words at face value, no matter how sincere they may be. he was surrounded by people who he didn't trust, and people who didn't trust him either...
so wasn't it just natural for leon to feel that way about words? maybe they were meaningless. was it ever his words that got through to leon? or was it just his actions? his sincerity? something had gotten through to him somewhere along the way.
it was never his words, unless the words were part of sincere gestures.
it had been the fact that he never gave up even when leon wanted him to stop talking. it's the fact that he would talk to every person they met in every town. it was that he'd make sure they were okay and safe, and that he'd listen to whatever they had to say, even if it slowed them up in getting information. it was looking out for the team and always being prepared. right. maybe he's been going about this wrong all along. maybe all this time, it really never should have been the words that mattered.
how often did leon's words matter? he often said things he didn't mean, things that were vaguely derisive yet masked compliments. things that seemed dismissive but were full of contemplation.
right.
right.
this isn't about words.
so stahn finds himself sitting up, contorting himself in a way that he can do so without letting go of leon's hand. that's the last thing he wants to do right now. it's a bit awkward to do so, but he finds a way, and then moves closer to leon. he's determined now, full of fire and conviction.
he can't give up on leon, no matter what. stahn straightens his back and looks directly at leon, and what follows are words that are equal parts determined and soft; there's a strangely gentle way he manages to approach it while still be firm.]
Believe in me... believe in the fact that I say them because I mean it. [maybe leon can't believe in what stahn says and believes, but can he at least believe in stahn?]