[That's not doubt. It's more curiosity. Waver has never looked his age. So Iskandar wouldn't even try guessing it now. But to him, he'll always remain his boy. Old or young, it doesn't matter.]
There, there.
[Iskandar doesn't hesitate, not even a second. He reaches out, one arm pulling Waver close to his chest, the other patting his head gently. He lets out air he didn't know he was holding in a long exhale.]
It's alright.
[There's no need for questions. Not yet. Though, when the time will be right, he will ask. Tears streaming Waver's face tell a story clearly enough for him to understand. A tale of years of agony, the emptiness, of the hole in the world where the other person should be. Such visceral pain needs no words.]
It's alright now.
[Iskandar looks up, his gaze shifting to younger Waver. I don't want you to suffer like that. Ever. If I'd have to burn this world to ashes to avoid it, I will. is what his eyes say. He looks back to older Waver. He doesn't want either of them to suffer.
Time is an odd thing. Even if they are the same person, their experience is different. It made them different. Would one's past be the other's future? Is this inevitable? Not even the wisest of sages could answer that. Especially, know that they all are here.]
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[That's not doubt. It's more curiosity. Waver has never looked his age. So Iskandar wouldn't even try guessing it now. But to him, he'll always remain his boy. Old or young, it doesn't matter.]
There, there.
[Iskandar doesn't hesitate, not even a second. He reaches out, one arm pulling Waver close to his chest, the other patting his head gently. He lets out air he didn't know he was holding in a long exhale.]
It's alright.
[There's no need for questions. Not yet. Though, when the time will be right, he will ask. Tears streaming Waver's face tell a story clearly enough for him to understand. A tale of years of agony, the emptiness, of the hole in the world where the other person should be. Such visceral pain needs no words.]
It's alright now.
[Iskandar looks up, his gaze shifting to younger Waver. I don't want you to suffer like that. Ever. If I'd have to burn this world to ashes to avoid it, I will. is what his eyes say. He looks back to older Waver. He doesn't want either of them to suffer.
Time is an odd thing. Even if they are the same person, their experience is different. It made them different. Would one's past be the other's future? Is this inevitable? Not even the wisest of sages could answer that. Especially, know that they all are here.]
I'm here with you.