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It's not as though I want to go back there!

[a little grumpily]

You do. You may not want to go back for the world itself, but you still want to go back.

Otherwise you'd be focusin' on ways to save them from here, yeah?

It's not that at all.

I need to be sure, Spark. Sure that whatever can be done is done; that it's done properly; that it works as planned. I have to go.

You don't have to do anything.

[. . . lifts a hand and points at her chest-- specifically, her heart]

But this makes you think that you do.

My heart is my compass. That's how it's always been, and I can't imagine it changing.

. . . I know.

Don't want it to, to be honest.

[lifting a hand and poking her forehead next]

But you've gotta use this, too.

[Huffs, reaching up to catch his hand.]

I'm not not using it. I plan to have a plan before make any moves.

That's good. But what if you came up with a plan that could save 'em without going back?

There's a way to assure that it works.

[She says nothing, but she's listening attentively.]

Were you there when Otacon left?

Ahh . . . yes, I was there.

I'm still not sure I trust it.

[Would you look at that, Bluebird being the UNSUUUURE one for once.]

I'm not either.

[takes her hand, and runs the pad of thumb over the back of it]

But it's a start. It's an avenue to explore. Your thoughts shouldn't be "I have to go home because I have no choice." It should be, "this may be a way for me to save everyone back home without returning, I should look into it more."

… a fair point.

[she admits that softly, and just a little stiffly.]

. . .

[gives her hand a small squeeze]

I'm not tellin' you to abandon them.

You'd be halfway downstream and wondering what happened already if I thought you were saying that.

[… draws his hand closer and brushes a kiss against his knuckles.]

After—the things that have been said today, I'd rather not make any more promises. Not yet. But I'll try to find another way.

I'm not askin' for a promise. I'm not naive enough to do that. I know where your heart leads, and I know you follow it.

But it would be remiss of me not to try and help you see a more logical path where you can accomplish what you want to accomplish without puttin' yourself in danger.

[Mnph.]

[Which is to say, she's letting out a soft, grumpy huff and shifting … to flop over onto his lap, her cloak still tight around herself.]

[This probably means he's won]

[HE DOESN'T WANT TO WIN ANYTHING 8( he just wants them to not die!1]

. . . you're a good person.

[he says, while running his fingers through her hair]

[Am I?]

[She says nothing, choosing instead to just close her eyes and enjoy the feeling of his fingers in her hair.]

[he will continue to thread them through her locks in silence, then. no need to interrupt the moment]

[She eventually interrupts it herself, after some long minutes of silently urging his fingers to scritch more deeply.]

Mmm … Spark?

Yeah?

[his voice sounds a little lazy; relaxed, even]

… would you call me a liar?

[The question is asked softly]

[blinks, clearly surprised by the question, and his fingers in her hair stop]

What? No. I would not.

[nnnn don't do that—nudges her head into his hand a bit, encouraging him to continue.]

Well … that is a relief, I'll admit.

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