[ 'We.' Jugram's not sure how he feels about the assumption implicit in Bazz's word choice—the only thing that really kept them in each other's proximity all these years, on a pragmatic level, were His Majesty's army and the ongoing attempts to fight him, two factors which have both been suddenly and unceremoniously removed from the equation. Now there's just... them, with no obligation to remain in each other's presence at all. They share... more than anyone else here shares with him, but that doesn't mean that he must remain in his presence. It would probably be better for them both if they just steered clear, really.
They'd even added the last agonizing punctuation mark to the whole relationship with that fight. There'd been closure, however much grief and anger came along with it, all of which has now been lost. It's not as though they can suddenly return to the friendship they had as children, long before he met Yhwach and his fate was decided, but Jugram finds himself reluctant to entirely part ways with someone for whom he's felt faint twinges of mourning over the past few weeks, too. He's the only other quincy here, the only person he knows. That person just also happens to be someone he still hasn't forgiven for his role in the whole thing, for trying to kill him and making him make that decision, forcing him to watch him bleed out—a realization that's been held at bay until now.
It's exhausting to think about. ]
Focus on your survival. There are dangers to this place that you're best to pay attention to.
[ And there is no 'we', he almost says, but ultimately finds himself unable to—for whatever that means. ]
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They'd even added the last agonizing punctuation mark to the whole relationship with that fight. There'd been closure, however much grief and anger came along with it, all of which has now been lost. It's not as though they can suddenly return to the friendship they had as children, long before he met Yhwach and his fate was decided, but Jugram finds himself reluctant to entirely part ways with someone for whom he's felt faint twinges of mourning over the past few weeks, too. He's the only other quincy here, the only person he knows. That person just also happens to be someone he still hasn't forgiven for his role in the whole thing, for trying to kill him and making him make that decision, forcing him to watch him bleed out—a realization that's been held at bay until now.
It's exhausting to think about. ]
Focus on your survival. There are dangers to this place that you're best to pay attention to.
[ And there is no 'we', he almost says, but ultimately finds himself unable to—for whatever that means. ]