[ in the hush, diluc breathes out. it is much in the way of a sigh. the wavering light of the torches illuminates the contour of kaeya's cheek. it had been this way four years ago, too. the only difference is is that it had been raining. perhaps the rain, too, has never stopped. that day, diluc had drawn his blade. the concept of home has never been the same since. that, too, is diluc's fault.
so he looks at kaeya from the threshold. two men standing on their respective sides of the line. one hand outstretched, the other dim. tonight, home waits.
tonight, home is still waiting.
diluc bows his head. ]
I see.
[ the four year chasm stretches between them, like the inexorable lost link of a chain. diluc, standing there, knows it well. he lets his hand drop. ]
You will not be needing an escort back to town, then, Sir Kaeya.
[ kaeya's back turns. diluc watches. the small of his back disappears around the wend of the dawn winery scaffolds. the summer air is cool; the stars above are ravishingly bright. winter, it seems, has yet to end.
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Is that your only reason?
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[ a lie.
like so many he's told over the entirety of his life. ]
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so he looks at kaeya from the threshold. two men standing on their respective sides of the line. one hand outstretched, the other dim. tonight, home waits.
tonight, home is still waiting.
diluc bows his head. ]
I see.
[ the four year chasm stretches between them, like the inexorable lost link of a chain. diluc, standing there, knows it well. he lets his hand drop. ]
You will not be needing an escort back to town, then, Sir Kaeya.
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[ he exhales softly, and turns towards the road. ]
I apologize for troubling you, Master Diluc. Please, have a pleasant night.
[ once his back is to diluc, though, he can let his mask drop, closing his eyes tightly as he counts the steps away from the Winery. ]
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behind kaeya, the door to dawn winery closes. ]