Dimitri doesn't believe himself. But Darcy believes him, and there's a closed circuit in that, when he pulls her close with his arms around her back.
He hasn't had any faith in gods for a long time, either. But he can have faith in Darcy. In someone he can cling to, who'll cling to him in turn. Someone he can reach for, who can choose to reach back. The choosing is still hard; maintaining that grip, still exhausting. Maybe it will never get easier. But they're making it, all the same.
"We will," he echoes back. Another promise he has no idea how to keep.
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He hasn't had any faith in gods for a long time, either. But he can have faith in Darcy. In someone he can cling to, who'll cling to him in turn. Someone he can reach for, who can choose to reach back. The choosing is still hard; maintaining that grip, still exhausting. Maybe it will never get easier. But they're making it, all the same.
"We will," he echoes back. Another promise he has no idea how to keep.
But he'll try.