Griffith trailed his fingers down the length of Guts' spine, then back up, and repeated the pattern.
He would never work a field, he was certain of that. He could not accept it. But there were certain compromises he might endure. Staying behind to watch the camp while Guts and Casca worked a field. Learning to do laundry. Cooking. Gathering wood.
But it was still all a kind of failure, and it required giving up his castle. His triumph. He wasn't ready to surrender just yet.
"I'll think about it," Griffith promised, vastly more than he would offer to anyone but Guts. "If we can't defeat this." And with that, he left himself all measure of exception and compromise, no limitations upon the lengths of desperation in order to keep his castle. He'd had a glimmer of hope, and he still could see none of the shadows that had plagued him for days. It seemed a folly to give up now that he had relief.
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He would never work a field, he was certain of that. He could not accept it. But there were certain compromises he might endure. Staying behind to watch the camp while Guts and Casca worked a field. Learning to do laundry. Cooking. Gathering wood.
But it was still all a kind of failure, and it required giving up his castle. His triumph. He wasn't ready to surrender just yet.
"I'll think about it," Griffith promised, vastly more than he would offer to anyone but Guts. "If we can't defeat this." And with that, he left himself all measure of exception and compromise, no limitations upon the lengths of desperation in order to keep his castle. He'd had a glimmer of hope, and he still could see none of the shadows that had plagued him for days. It seemed a folly to give up now that he had relief.