Thancred kneels at the feet of The Word of the Mother. She pushes his head down to her thighs. His coat becomes an extension of her form, looking like a dress despite her nudity. (ref: Eros and Psyche, Gustav Vigeland)
The first death is in the heart.
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Minfilia looks down to Ryne, stroking her hair. Her hands are over her ear.
Thancred, as he looked after his fight with Ran'jit, lay on the other side holding a forget-me-not to his breast. Minfilia closes his eyes. Ryne is seen hugging Minfilia's leg, while reaching out to him.
Be well, my child.
The day has died.
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A flashback of Thancred and Minfilia. He's speaking into the crook of her neck. His hand edges over to touch her own.
There's a reluctant smile on her face at his proposition, and finally she faces him with a teasing smile.
"You don’t need to do everything on your own." He still smelled of fire and ash, but he smiled. It was the same, half-hearted smile he always had when he was forced to placate in his desperate need to shirk the truth. And Minfilia might have believed him, as she often did, had he not tried so hard to avoid her eyes. He spoke in a way that made it clear he was eager to end the conversation. “I know.” “Thancred,” she chided, softly. “Are you all right?” “Hale and whole. The same as when I left.” She, however, did not believe him. "You promised you would never lie to me.” He was still a boy then, not yet a man, but Thancred remembered the day their little fingers interlocked and he swore that oath to her. In his experience it was better to ask forgiveness later. He laughed, softly. “And I’ve kept that promise to you. This can wait until my return, can it not?” He had managed the strength to look at her, though what he found were icy-blues that could sooner cut out his heart if he would only let them. Minfilia had always been soft yet stern. Stern enough that he could never hope to stand up to her when she pressed him, and so he moved to turn from her. He would walk back through the door, and go on to continue his work with the Brass Blades in wake of Ifrit’s destruction. His report was but a momentary reprieve for the work still left to do. Gloved hands caught him in his tracks and pulled him back to where he stood. They held him so tightly that he could not hope to escape her without some manner of unseemly squirming. He protested on instinct, but soon fell to the gentle pull of her. She took her opportunity to study him. Her thumbs swept over his cheeks, and delved into the corner of his mouth. If it was his shock and awe she was after, then she had found it. What she also found was a question. “At least now you’re honest.”
You promised you would never lie to me.
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