[It hurts to see his face like this, honestly. Sadness, resignation, melancholy... they're not emotions that usually showed on his face. And while Nino's glad that Jaffar's been able to feel more... the truth is that seeing these emotions in particular hurts.
Because she knows that in the end, their happiness and warmth wasn't meant to be.
No matter how hard both of them had fought for it--no matter how much they both wanted it.
Still, Jaffar pulls back and pushes his cowl, back, and she tilts her head a little, blinking as she does so. She can't imagine what Jaffar would have to give her now; where they're going, objects aren't going to help them.
But...they're rings. Slowly, Nino looks down at the rings in her hand, blinking slowly, and it takes a moment for it to sink in. She'd never had a normal family to teach her these things, after all. No mother to talk about what it would be like when she found the man she'd want to marry, no siblings to tease her, no fairy tale romances to read. But she had Lloyd and Linus, Legault and Brendan Reed, and between them all...
She knows what this means.
For a moment, her fingers close over the rings, clenched in a tight fist--and then slowly, shakily, she breathes out and uncurls her fingers, lifting them both so she could admire them.]
Oh, Jaffar...
[They're a promise. An assurance. They're a guarantee that even if they're simply going together into death...they'll still always have each other.
It's not quite the fairy tale romance proposal of anyone's dreams--but it's enough for Nino, and quietly and shakily, she smiles.]
These are...for us? [It seems so hard to believe, and yet...at the same time, it seems so wonderful.] They're perfect.
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Because she knows that in the end, their happiness and warmth wasn't meant to be.
No matter how hard both of them had fought for it--no matter how much they both wanted it.
Still, Jaffar pulls back and pushes his cowl, back, and she tilts her head a little, blinking as she does so. She can't imagine what Jaffar would have to give her now; where they're going, objects aren't going to help them.
But...they're rings. Slowly, Nino looks down at the rings in her hand, blinking slowly, and it takes a moment for it to sink in. She'd never had a normal family to teach her these things, after all. No mother to talk about what it would be like when she found the man she'd want to marry, no siblings to tease her, no fairy tale romances to read. But she had Lloyd and Linus, Legault and Brendan Reed, and between them all...
She knows what this means.
For a moment, her fingers close over the rings, clenched in a tight fist--and then slowly, shakily, she breathes out and uncurls her fingers, lifting them both so she could admire them.]
Oh, Jaffar...
[They're a promise. An assurance. They're a guarantee that even if they're simply going together into death...they'll still always have each other.
It's not quite the fairy tale romance proposal of anyone's dreams--but it's enough for Nino, and quietly and shakily, she smiles.]
These are...for us? [It seems so hard to believe, and yet...at the same time, it seems so wonderful.] They're perfect.