i love you, i'm sorry
"What do you want from me?"
"From you...no, not from you. With you. Mythra, I want you."
Even admitting it had to be a betrayal. Of him? Of her?
How else to garner emotional stability, other than a policy of perpetual access, a prioritization above all?
And here they'd all always thought Mythra to be the greedy one, never willing to give an inch.
Minoth, meanwhile, refused to let himself believe that Mythra could ever want him in the same way - could ever want to be around him, value his opinion, dwell on him the way he dwelt on her. It was an intoxicating impossibility, to imagine existence without peer, such as that dream promised. A guilty one, too, but that...
To want something from someone was to get something given, offered, passed from one hand to the other and the next. The two parts, actors, remained separate, aloof. No, when Minoth closed his eyes, he and Mythra were nearly one, synonymous in desires for the future and judgements of the past.
Did he just want to be validated? Was that really all it was?
Minoth hated to have to apologize, but it was all he could think, could imagine, could consider, to do. If Mythra agreed, he would know it by now. Wouldn't he?