[seeing someone so wrapped up into prayer takes Louis by an enraptured mix of emotion that hits him all at once. people who wish so dearly for something to come to them, only to have it taken away from them the moment they need it most. isn't that how life goes? an endless cycle that perpetuates loss... and even in the midst of all that, still having the hope to continue on despite evidence always leading to the contrary. it reminds him of why he fights, and for a moment, he doesn't say anything.
he didn't mean to interfere with Yona's attention or her earnest attempts to reconcile whatever she's going through, but he had come here to make an offering of his own... a tradition that he doesn't quite get or understand, but partakes in, nonetheless. he was about to leave, deciding better to leave things as they are, as he always tends to complicate matters just by his own existence, but his feet remain planted in the ground.
and then, rapid instincts take over, the organism deep within his heart alerting him to what happens before it occurs, and he doesn't let surprise get the best of him. it's reflexive, honed from way too long fighting revenants who had succumbed to blood thirst and become lost. he stabilizes her sway for her, offering her some balance before she manages anything near a trip.]
I think I'm intruding. [there's always a twinge of regret in Louis' voice when he speaks without the tone of giving command.] I apologize, I didn't mean to interrupt you.
[and then, with some worry trailing into the features of his face.]
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he didn't mean to interfere with Yona's attention or her earnest attempts to reconcile whatever she's going through, but he had come here to make an offering of his own... a tradition that he doesn't quite get or understand, but partakes in, nonetheless. he was about to leave, deciding better to leave things as they are, as he always tends to complicate matters just by his own existence, but his feet remain planted in the ground.
and then, rapid instincts take over, the organism deep within his heart alerting him to what happens before it occurs, and he doesn't let surprise get the best of him. it's reflexive, honed from way too long fighting revenants who had succumbed to blood thirst and become lost. he stabilizes her sway for her, offering her some balance before she manages anything near a trip.]
I think I'm intruding. [there's always a twinge of regret in Louis' voice when he speaks without the tone of giving command.] I apologize, I didn't mean to interrupt you.
[and then, with some worry trailing into the features of his face.]
Are you alright?