(Did they really have to lose each other, first…?)
That, possibly—objectively—might be an even more drastic, dangerous, impassible line to cross. Recruitment can't be based on sentiment. It's about giving someone more tools, more choices. Not trying to… keep them.
Liana… would not have been a promising prospect for recruitment. She was self-sufficient—impressively so—and self-contained. And he didn't have a sense she was looking for a way out of her present circumstance (not provided by anyone else, at least), nor looking for a 'cause' to serve.
He could be wrong. His profiling abilities were good, but everyone could always be wrong…?
He couldn't begin to say that. He knew, in his bones, it wasn't the right way for her. For them. For now. No matter how much he… wanted.
Maybe he'd change his mind by morning. Maybe he'd change his mind in an hour. But for this moment… he had to set that fantasy aside.
So he wove his fingers gently into her hair, cupped the back of her head, and closed his eyes to crane forward and press his lips lightly to her temple.
"I'm going to remember you. You don't have to do anything else for me to remember you.
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Date: 2019-11-24 07:01 am (UTC)(Did they really have to lose each other, first…?)
That, possibly—objectively—might be an even more drastic, dangerous, impassible line to cross. Recruitment can't be based on sentiment. It's about giving someone more tools, more choices. Not trying to… keep them.
Liana… would not have been a promising prospect for recruitment. She was self-sufficient—impressively so—and self-contained. And he didn't have a sense she was looking for a way out of her present circumstance (not provided by anyone else, at least), nor looking for a 'cause' to serve.
He could be wrong. His profiling abilities were good, but everyone could always be wrong…?
He couldn't begin to say that. He knew, in his bones, it wasn't the right way for her. For them. For now. No matter how much he… wanted.
Maybe he'd change his mind by morning. Maybe he'd change his mind in an hour. But for this moment… he had to set that fantasy aside.
So he wove his fingers gently into her hair, cupped the back of her head, and closed his eyes to crane forward and press his lips lightly to her temple.
"I'm going to remember you. You don't have to do anything else for me to remember you.
"But… if you want, too… then… yes, please."