( Honestly, she does. Not out of sentimentality, at least she wouldn't admit to that if he asked, but because it makes sense that a physical possession would help. At least, maybe in the memory department.
But what? She doesn't have too many things in this city she'd really call personal, and—
Wait. She's got it. Just let her rummage for a second, through one of her drawers, and come back with two things — a set of handwritten notes, and one of the few books the library ever had that was useful and in a recognisable language. One about dancing. )
Here.
( Before him are the things she wrote about his biology, kept safe and secret ever since that day, and a faded looking book with a woman in a ballgown and a man in a suit, mid-turn. )
[Glacius cannot help but be curious to see what it is she gives him, and perhaps maybe even eager to have a keepsake despite not knowing how it might affect whatever happens to their memories. What he gets is yet another unexpected punch to the gut as he reads the notes written on those old papers; his cheekbones twitch, and he gives her what can only be read as a pained, struggling smile.]
Ah, yes. I... suppose you will not be needing these any more once your resident alien has departed, hm? And now you return them to me... I knew I picked the right person to trust with this information. [It would have been easy for her to hold on to them, after all... but he knows that she understands he would feel safer with the information about his species eradicated, now that its usefulness has run its course. Kate has always understood how he values its secrecy, how he uses it to protect his people.]
And this... [Now Glacius turns his attention to the book as he tucks the notes inside its cover for safekeeping. Once he is home, he can have Carlisle use his magic to incinerate the papers properly.] A reminder of the good times we have managed to create together in this place despite everything. Perhaps we should find a time to have... just one last dance, before this all draws to its conclusion.
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But what? She doesn't have too many things in this city she'd really call personal, and—
Wait. She's got it. Just let her rummage for a second, through one of her drawers, and come back with two things — a set of handwritten notes, and one of the few books the library ever had that was useful and in a recognisable language. One about dancing. )
Here.
( Before him are the things she wrote about his biology, kept safe and secret ever since that day, and a faded looking book with a woman in a ballgown and a man in a suit, mid-turn. )
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Ah, yes. I... suppose you will not be needing these any more once your resident alien has departed, hm? And now you return them to me... I knew I picked the right person to trust with this information. [It would have been easy for her to hold on to them, after all... but he knows that she understands he would feel safer with the information about his species eradicated, now that its usefulness has run its course. Kate has always understood how he values its secrecy, how he uses it to protect his people.]
And this... [Now Glacius turns his attention to the book as he tucks the notes inside its cover for safekeeping. Once he is home, he can have Carlisle use his magic to incinerate the papers properly.] A reminder of the good times we have managed to create together in this place despite everything. Perhaps we should find a time to have... just one last dance, before this all draws to its conclusion.