a tale of bad goodbyes
Sebastian’s muscles automatically tensed at Helena’s touch. No one was gentle with him except her and it hurt. He forced himself to relax, to straighten up and straighten out his expression. When he spoke, his voice was controlled and he could look at her directly.
"My entire life, I’ve had someone giving me orders," he said simply. "And now I don’t. I’m nothing without him, I am… nothing." He swallowed, and it was hard to keep his voice steady now. "And now he’s done this to you, the one person I th-" He pressed his lips together, rethinking quickly. "He’s done some terrible things before, but I’ve always been able to support them whole-heartedly."
'Without him,” Helena repeated quietly, heart in her throat. She watched the way Sebastian tensed and relaxed and tensed again, trying to keep up that cool and collected façade. She wondered if it was for her benefit or his. Or maybe the both of theirs. It hit her how connected they were even with so much time apart.
She shifted, sitting back and folding her hands in her lap. “How long has he been gone, Sebastian?”