He doesn't respond for a several moments, letting the truth of it sink in for them both. His thoughts are whirring along as usual - trying to find some way to fix the problem, to tinker it into submission - but everything in his chest feels heavy and quiet. And in this moment, he has the wherewithal to realize that his heart is probably what he should be listening to right now, not his mind.
There's no fixing this, after all. Only living with it, and letting it get easier over time. But at least she needn't face it alone.
"When we left Whitestone," he says, voice low and a little uncertain, as though it might not actually be the right thing to say, "I didn't know how I could leave Cassandra behind again. I'd only just found her again, and I was going. But...she'd only just found herself again, too. I think she needed room to be something other than Percy de Rolo's baby sister. And every time we've returned, she's seemed stronger. More capable."
He gives Vex a little squeeze. "It didn't change how much it hurt to go...but there's something for you to look forward to. Seeing who Vax has become when he returns. Seeing who you've become."
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There's no fixing this, after all. Only living with it, and letting it get easier over time. But at least she needn't face it alone.
"When we left Whitestone," he says, voice low and a little uncertain, as though it might not actually be the right thing to say, "I didn't know how I could leave Cassandra behind again. I'd only just found her again, and I was going. But...she'd only just found herself again, too. I think she needed room to be something other than Percy de Rolo's baby sister. And every time we've returned, she's seemed stronger. More capable."
He gives Vex a little squeeze. "It didn't change how much it hurt to go...but there's something for you to look forward to. Seeing who Vax has become when he returns. Seeing who you've become."