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[stoicloyalty]

[ Something has been bothering her since the Core started to yank newcomers back. It has taken days for Chane to gather her thoughts completely, whilst distracted by daily life-- getting started with work, fixing up the minor damage from the earthquake... Her words seem resolved to communicate what she can, although still fragile with uncertainty

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[stoicloyalty]

[ Were Claire completely uninvolved in her life his view would be one amongst a sea of thoughts; just as valid as everybody else's, but like those others, unapplicable to her own circumstances. The world he believes in is for her, too-- and bit by bit, she tries to grasp at what it means for her, and everybody else.

Chane looks thoughtful, lowering her head a little, writing hand resting on her shoulder with the pen still balanced in the join of her thumb-- his beliefs are a compliment, considering his personally-assigned role of a god. Any reference to 'protecting', 'disappearing', 'vanishing', she automatically assumes to be a pact of physical protection and care, yet... When this line of argument comes from him, a person she mostly trusts and knows, it makes more sense. There's a visible moment of realisation, her eyes widening, as she applies his-- and her-- own feelings on the matter to the people she saw so distraught about the disappearances. ]

I... thought it was senseless to make bonds with strangers in this city. People appear here suddenly, and disappear. Anybody could vanish at any time because of the Core.

But we are not so different. After the train, and in Manhattan...

[ Her eyes are intense, but she isn't looking directly at him; there is too much feeling and thought battling and resolving itself to express in words. With the next sentence, her conclusion, her faith, she lifts her head with a resolved gaze. ]

You won't vanish.

[vinovidivici]

[ There's a little grin-shrug combo to show he's glad she understands. Empathy’s not his strongest suit but he knows at least that there are other stories like theirs. ] I guess in situations like this you take what you can get. Better than nothing, even if it ain't permanent.

[ Of course that's not a problem for them, as far as he's concerned. Her final remark - and, almost more important, the look that goes with it - suggests she doesn't either. It sends a funny butterfly sensation through his gut, not unpleasant, just thrilled at being believed in like that: like he'd asked her to back when they first met. Now it seemed that he'd done right, found the one person in the world who'd put their faith in him to sustain them both, in spite of not sharing his particular beliefs in himself. There were other people, his brothers, who were confident in his abilities, but only in that they’ve assumed he’d take care of himself since he came back to them. This was different. She was trusting him, not just to protect her or her father, but to always be there. There is a moment of clarity, clear and distinct: he was right. She was the one he’s been waiting for. He gathers himself enough to reply, but hopes he'll be able to channel a little of her powers of expression, because the words don't quite match up to what he's feeling. ]

Nope. Never!

[stoicloyalty]

[ She hadn't any doubt from the moment she wrote it, but his words envelop and seize her heart completely. Much more than a confirmation, it is a promise, one without a goal or defined end in sight. Claire had mentioned before his lack of imagination when it came to the world's existence, and Chane is similar, but this promise... does not feel timeless because she does not think of the future.

No; it feels true. Her look intensifies, eyes bright, a breath caught in her throat. The weight on her heart settles, heavy yet comfortable, as though to remain there indefinitely. At last she whittles out the breath slowly and bows her head in a nod, lacing her fingers together over the NV. It could take a while for her to become used to this weight. ]