[ Percival is leaning a great deal of things left unsaid, because Vane and the others have always been much better than himself about conveying their attachment to each other. Even Siegfried, who maintained a deal of emotional distance from the rest of them, had no trouble expressing his pride at how much they'd all grown and freely giving them compliments.

But Percival is cut from a different cloth, and talking about the emotions running through his mind and making him feel melancholy isn't his idea of an easy or a good time.

Tonight, he doesn't find it in him to fight Vane on this. Not when the weight against his shoulder and hearing their friends' names again in Vane's voice brings him a little bit of reassurance.

Vane has always been an overly attached fool. ]

They must not have the strength they once did, to both go back into stasis like that. They are not knights, but a pair of lazy oafs.

[ He's making a joke of the situation, and he even smiles a little, but he has the best intentions. Vane says it best for both of them. So he nudges Vane's shoulder back, lightly. ]