Vex smiles against his shoulder, his hand guiding hers right where she would have put it anyway. Her smile dims as he continues to speak. No, his confession isn't a surprise, but she knows how hard it is to talk about such things... even with someone you trust your whole heart to.
"Well," she sighs, watching her fingers play with the fabric of his shirt, "I would ask you what, exactly, do you not like? You're a survivor, Percy. The terrible things that happened to you and your family... all we've fought as Vox Machina... and at the end of the day, your heart desires good. You want to restore your home. Make it a better place. And you're brilliant enough and determined enough to do it."
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Date: 2025-01-15 11:15 pm (UTC)"Well," she sighs, watching her fingers play with the fabric of his shirt, "I would ask you what, exactly, do you not like? You're a survivor, Percy. The terrible things that happened to you and your family... all we've fought as Vox Machina... and at the end of the day, your heart desires good. You want to restore your home. Make it a better place. And you're brilliant enough and determined enough to do it."