The machinist's eyes stayed on hers, her promise bringing light to the abysmal setting; it seemed she'd be just fine, and if she could survive this wretched place, surely her people could do the same for a short time without her presence. He nodded in understanding: it gave him hope for his Figaro.
Edgar released Natalia's hand after her pause, a small smile still on his lips. "You have keen intuition," he said, holding back a painful hiss as he leaned a little too hard into the back of the seat. That shoulder was going to be a problem. "You've hit the nail on the head: I'm the king of Figaro. One of the reasons I'm so sure in your abilities to lead is because I see a little of myself in you, I suppose." It had been some time since he'd felt doubt in his abilities as a leader, but he'd been ruling for years; she was younger, and it was likely she'd not had the same experiences he had on his side. Such thoughts made him feel unnaturally old. Where did the time go?
His right hand found his chin as he thought. "There's no shame in finding strength in another. Even though you have to be a strong leader, don't wear yourself thin by feeling you have to take on every hardship alone. It's important to find your allies and use their strengths as your own, but I'm sure you know that." He looked toward the front of the chapel a moment before returning his attention to her. It was nice to have a kindred spirit nearby, even if the circumstances surrounding their meeting weren't the finest.
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The machinist's eyes stayed on hers, her promise bringing light to the abysmal setting; it seemed she'd be just fine, and if she could survive this wretched place, surely her people could do the same for a short time without her presence. He nodded in understanding: it gave him hope for his Figaro.
Edgar released Natalia's hand after her pause, a small smile still on his lips. "You have keen intuition," he said, holding back a painful hiss as he leaned a little too hard into the back of the seat. That shoulder was going to be a problem. "You've hit the nail on the head: I'm the king of Figaro. One of the reasons I'm so sure in your abilities to lead is because I see a little of myself in you, I suppose." It had been some time since he'd felt doubt in his abilities as a leader, but he'd been ruling for years; she was younger, and it was likely she'd not had the same experiences he had on his side. Such thoughts made him feel unnaturally old. Where did the time go?
His right hand found his chin as he thought. "There's no shame in finding strength in another. Even though you have to be a strong leader, don't wear yourself thin by feeling you have to take on every hardship alone. It's important to find your allies and use their strengths as your own, but I'm sure you know that." He looked toward the front of the chapel a moment before returning his attention to her. It was nice to have a kindred spirit nearby, even if the circumstances surrounding their meeting weren't the finest.