[ In a dead world, it is the trying that matters. That is what the Knight might say, perhaps, if they knew the Drifter's internal thoughts. A flower delivered to a grave for the peace of those long dead. A moment of reflection in a ruined kingdom. A request to be left alone at another's bedside.
But they don't know such thoughts, and so it's something that goes unspoken. They tilt their head again at the Drifter's noncommittal answer, clearly puzzled by it, but they don't ask for clarification.
They glance over to something that had clearly interested them earlier, and then, with a little motion for the Drifter to stay and wait, they get up and leave. They're back soon enough, with a brush and a pot of glowing paint, and they put it down to sign. ]
CAN-PAINT
IF-YOU-WANT
[ Whether they mean the Drifter can paint them, or that they want to paint their friend, is ambiguous. Possibly on purpose. It's fine to them, either way. It's the sharing of the activity that matters. ]
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But they don't know such thoughts, and so it's something that goes unspoken. They tilt their head again at the Drifter's noncommittal answer, clearly puzzled by it, but they don't ask for clarification.
They glance over to something that had clearly interested them earlier, and then, with a little motion for the Drifter to stay and wait, they get up and leave. They're back soon enough, with a brush and a pot of glowing paint, and they put it down to sign. ]
CAN-PAINT
IF-YOU-WANT
[ Whether they mean the Drifter can paint them, or that they want to paint their friend, is ambiguous. Possibly on purpose. It's fine to them, either way. It's the sharing of the activity that matters. ]