[He knows. He knows very well that she wants to do something for him—anything. And that's why he's kept it to himself. Now it might be different, but back then it was not her burden to bear. And even then...he has no answer. What can be done for what's a significant trauma? Just having her by his side has already been more than enough.
But at her question, he stiffens, eyes trembling as the illusion flashes back with a lot more clarity than he would have liked. Immediately after he clenches his fist in a vain attempt to suppress the anguish and fear that comes with it, and again he really doesn't want to talk about it. Doesn't want to subject her to that horror again.
...However he had told himself that he needed to be more honest with her as it's more of a question of "when" than "if" at this point on her somehow seeing it. So he looks at her for a moment before he can only look down, trying to keep himself steady.
Tries to tell him it was just an illusion, it wasn't real...
...Would be a lot more convincing if it hadn't already happened once before.]
...You were dead.
[His voice is quiet, strained. Please don't ask him for the details—]
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But at her question, he stiffens, eyes trembling as the illusion flashes back with a lot more clarity than he would have liked. Immediately after he clenches his fist in a vain attempt to suppress the anguish and fear that comes with it, and again he really doesn't want to talk about it. Doesn't want to subject her to that horror again.
...However he had told himself that he needed to be more honest with her as it's more of a question of "when" than "if" at this point on her somehow seeing it. So he looks at her for a moment before he can only look down, trying to keep himself steady.
Tries to tell him it was just an illusion, it wasn't real...
...Would be a lot more convincing if it hadn't already happened once before.]
...You were dead.
[His voice is quiet, strained. Please don't ask him for the details—]