"Acceptance"- skekGra/urGoh
“I don’t think we have long.”
SkekGra isn’t sure why he says it- at the least it’s a mood-killer. The night around them is beautiful, teeming with life that only emerges after dark, the sky shimmering as the breeze kicks up the crystal sand. He sits curled into urGoh’s side, withered fingers tangled loosely in his hair, counting the stars that lie between them and a home he doesn’t remember.
“I-if we don’t re-form, I mean,” he clarifies pointlessly. But it’s been so long since they sent the gelfling on their way, and the war still sits at a stalemate. Their goal is no further away, yet no closer.
UrGoh pulls away enough to meet his eyes. “Is that…...okay?” It’s a loaded question, and one skekGra has to think on for a moment. They have striven for reunification for four hundred trine- many more than most creatures of Thra are given. Their time may run out before they succeed, slipping through their fingers like the sand around them. Can you accept that we may fail, urGoh is asking him. He has never taken failure well.
But in the end, the answer is easy.
“As long as I’m with you.”