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kayn. /// inumbrate.
a voice in the depths of his mind tries to interject, telling him he doesn’t deserve rakan’s kindness or encouragement. the dark whisper strikes a quiet fear that he might hurt the feathered friend he’d made, but he suppresses it — pushes it away, fights it tooth and nail for a swift beat. somehow, the vastayan’s optimism and rallying makes it easier ; kayn isn’t certain why that is, but it feels good… and more-so? he enjoys how it makes him feel. he enjoys feeling like the end of that tunnel or forest or road isn’t awash with blood… that it doesn’t have to end with him not knowing who is in control — him or rhaast. there is consolation in the idea that he could be the one standing tall, that he could win back his own flesh and mind. whether he deserves it or not, he wants to be selfish, for once, in his life. his good eye flicks to his companion’s hand and he lets out a quiet sigh, licking at his bottom lip as he reaches out and clasps the profference of aid firmly ; giving his own sign that he aims to accept the other’s help in this mess. ❛ — not sure how i lucked out, y’know, in making a friend like you — but… thank you. ❜ a flash of a smile and a sincerity in his voice, in his features.
❛ you don't have to thank me. ❜ it's not a rejection of his gratitude, not necessarily. the actions of a friend are different from that of a stranger, the amiability of his words stem from the mere fact they're friends. it's that alone that allows him to become a shoulder to cry on ——— ahah, perhaps not entirely, he supposes. there's a difference in doing it solely because he's a friend & doing it because he wants to. to rakan, he does it for both reasons : a base desire that grows at his heart to fend off any intrusive thoughts that permeate through kayn's mind, reminding him that, in fact, things will turn out okay. probably not now. probably not tomorrow. it's when they get to the end of the road they're on. perhaps beyond the horizon ? who knows. there's too many factors to consider, deliberating over each one wouldn't exactly be of use. he knows how he feels, that's all he needs.
❛ what're friends for, am i right ? ❜ lips curve into yet another grin, typical of his visage to be adorned with one, though. natural smiles were more his thing. no shame in wanting to appear more bright, was there ? it made him stand out a little more. good. more of an excuse to garner any audience's attention. ❛ if you really wanna say thanks, though ... maybe some chocolate wouldn't hurt. ❜ silence, for a few moments before a slight chuckle escapes him again. ❛ just kidding, i swear ! ❜