Wrath stares at her from across the space between them as they fly on the backs of dragons toward a sandstorm. It's the most they have spoken in far too long, but she has fallen silent. Her anger has been quenched by the reality of their situation. What more can be said?
He wants her. He rebukes his previous choice. He would take her on the very sands they fly above, here and now.
"I am aware," he says, but his voice is softer than it had been a moment ago - resigned, tired almost but only Emilia would be able to read it in his voice. He knows she did not lie when she told him that, but it does not stop it from being painful.
Before he can say any more, the wind around them begins to pick up, and he tightens his grip on the dragon. His own dragon struggles to adjust as the next gust of wind rams into the dragon, catching its wings, and shortly after, the sands become too great to see one another.
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He wants her. He rebukes his previous choice. He would take her on the very sands they fly above, here and now.
"I am aware," he says, but his voice is softer than it had been a moment ago - resigned, tired almost but only Emilia would be able to read it in his voice. He knows she did not lie when she told him that, but it does not stop it from being painful.
Before he can say any more, the wind around them begins to pick up, and he tightens his grip on the dragon. His own dragon struggles to adjust as the next gust of wind rams into the dragon, catching its wings, and shortly after, the sands become too great to see one another.