Dean who is, himself, dead back home. Supposed to be. Dean who cannot use his full name anymore. Dean, who came here because his family was dead, and that he could not bear. Dean, who looks now back to the desk and sees his amulet there, the newly reknotted cord. Dean, who suspects the cord will never break again, the knot never come untied, and god knows what else.
The Marquis does not know how to do friendship. He is still uncertain about what is weakness and what is strength entrusted to others; Dean picks up the amulet, turns it over in his palm and inspects the cord, and knows that it isn't far off no matter how little confidence his friend has in this part of himself. In its power.]
Well. Good thing you aren't anymore, then.
[He twists to glance up at him, raises his hand with the amulet in it in silent thanks. There's no question about it.]
Names are important, but they don't make you who you are. You make them what they are. That's all.
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Dean who is, himself, dead back home. Supposed to be. Dean who cannot use his full name anymore. Dean, who came here because his family was dead, and that he could not bear. Dean, who looks now back to the desk and sees his amulet there, the newly reknotted cord. Dean, who suspects the cord will never break again, the knot never come untied, and god knows what else.
The Marquis does not know how to do friendship. He is still uncertain about what is weakness and what is strength entrusted to others; Dean picks up the amulet, turns it over in his palm and inspects the cord, and knows that it isn't far off no matter how little confidence his friend has in this part of himself. In its power.]
Well. Good thing you aren't anymore, then.
[He twists to glance up at him, raises his hand with the amulet in it in silent thanks. There's no question about it.]
Names are important, but they don't make you who you are. You make them what they are. That's all.