Cor...?

[Regis is at a loss, something that doesn't often happen to him. Of course, Cor hardly ever cries either. How is he suppose to react to that? What has he said so wrong when all he has done is encourage him to seek what his heart wishes? He's not sure, but his chest aches to see that dampness on his friend's lashes and he's a heartbeat from wiping it away with his fingers when Cor suddenly presses his head to his chest again.

For a moment, Regis' hand just hangs in the air as he struggles with his own uncertainty. Should he say more? Should he just wait for Cor to speak? How does he...

And then Cor speaks and his words replace one uncertainty with another, one Regis can't completely define before it is buried under an avalanche of feelings. Confusion. Sadness. Happiness. Fear. Understanding. The rush of emotion is so intense that it makes him feel sick and his body begins radiating warmth as it does whenever his emotions are high.

When his hand finally comes to rest on the back of Cor's head, it is shaking with all the emotion he is trying to control; his voice, when he finally speaks is barely there, a tangled emotional whisper.]

Aulea was right then? I don't understand. Why would you when Lucis has demanded so much of you? When my father took so much that wasn't his to take?