Haa...
I had no idea how I should feel about this. Should I feel glad that I finally know why I suffered my whole life? Or should I get pissed at whoever made my--our--soul split like that?
There were a lot of things that need explanation, but I wasn't sure if my brain--and more importantly my heart--could take so much in one sitting.
As I was sighing from the stuffy feelings, Natha's hands return to envelope mine, and he leaned forward to press our forehead together.
"God--you have no idea how much I want to bring you over here that time," he said it in such a weak and vulnerable voice, in a volume that only allowed me to hear it. And then, when he spoke again, it was laden with frustration. "I knew we could look for a cure here. We can use alchemy, we can use magic, we can try everything..." he gritted his teeth for a few seconds, and then sighed. "But I didn't know how to do that."
