[Hearing those words, there's no way Rook can do anything other than voice his truth. It's always his way, but perhaps not always in too bold of speech. Voice quiet and full of weight, he stops his work.]
Non, my beautiful Vil. You are enough.
[He is no fool for craving something that so many strive for. For struggling to see himself the way others see him. If he could take away all of Vil's pain, he would, but even suffering...he is so lovely. Rook knows that through this storm, he will come out flourishing all the more.]
And passively wishing for an outcome isn't you, my tenacious queen.
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Non, my beautiful Vil. You are enough.
[He is no fool for craving something that so many strive for. For struggling to see himself the way others see him. If he could take away all of Vil's pain, he would, but even suffering...he is so lovely. Rook knows that through this storm, he will come out flourishing all the more.]
And passively wishing for an outcome isn't you, my tenacious queen.