Date: 2007-11-22 09:51 am (UTC)
Aryol brightened.

His smile bloomed wide and his eyes shone, gleaming and reflective.

Maybe there really wasn't a good reason to trust the Sorrow at his word, other than the fact Aryol wanted to believe him, felt a certain kinship with a man who was different like he was. Even so, the carefully-drawn message struck something inside him. Maybe the affinity was enough. Maybe he had no proof and could only take the Sorrow at his word, but that was all he needed, because that was the meaning of trust.

"Okay," he said, softly, though he knew it wouldn't matter, and the man would hear him regardless. "Because I'd like to be your friend."
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