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Sorosillian nodded his agreement, trying to return the smile and barely succeeding. He wanted so badly to pursue Imail... to speak with Iliam at least once, really talk to him, before everything went to hell. He wasn't going to get that chance. He did not have the guts to do it, could think of nothing to say. Iliam had always teased him for that weakness - he could always think of something to say, except when it was truly important. He was a wonderful diplomat.

Not so good at connecting with his family.

He was grateful for the interruption as Jacob approached.
"You'd better," Sorosillian whispered in a nearly dead voice, then, "Don't know what I'd do without you."
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Imail paced out amongst the deep shadows of the oak trees, absorbed in thoughts he could not make sense of. Scattered dreams and imaginings - distractions from everything he was about to do, everything he might be leaving behind.
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Louis groaned quietly and took Conner's hand, letting the warrior pull him to his feet. He did not want to leave this place of peace. Things had started to look so... right here. So perfect...

He moved in to stand against Conner, resting his head sleepily on his lover's chest, still not fully awake.
"I'm glad you're not going today," he whispered. "I don't have to worry... about whether you'll come back."