[To Marco's ears, it sounds close enough to make him wonder. But he doesn't linger on the thought; there are more important things to imagine. Things that any child should have the right to feel.
He closes his eyes and focuses until he is, effectively, channeling one of his own childhood memories, as hard as he can. A father hugging his child, the two of them comforting each other - but now the roles must be reversed. Before Marco knows it, he's hugging himself. His eyes feel awfully watery, all of a sudden.]
I don't want to do anything rash for now. [The choice of text is deliberate. He doesn't want to risk... well... ruining the moment somehow.]
I have to be careful until I know I can tell what's real from what isn't and listen to reason.
But I'm still here for you, okay? I'm here for you, Elias.
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He closes his eyes and focuses until he is, effectively, channeling one of his own childhood memories, as hard as he can. A father hugging his child, the two of them comforting each other - but now the roles must be reversed. Before Marco knows it, he's hugging himself. His eyes feel awfully watery, all of a sudden.]
I don't want to do anything rash for now. [The choice of text is deliberate. He doesn't want to risk... well... ruining the moment somehow.]
I have to be careful until I know I can tell what's real from what isn't and listen to reason.
But I'm still here for you, okay?
I'm here for you, Elias.