The sickness Harry felt was mimicked inside of Eggsy. He had taken no
pleasure it what happened with Arthur. He still didn't. While he had not
really known the man, he had been the head of the organization Harry had
belonged to, thought he was worthy to belong to, and so Eggsy had looked up
to him. After all, in mythology and legend, Arthur was the wise and great
king. To think that their king had betrayed them, would willing send them
to their deaths... it had crushed a bit more of his soul. He'd buried it
with Harry, knowing he'd never get it back.
Soft eyes flicked to Harry at those last words, his chest swelling a bit.
He felt the burn of tears again, bravely holding them back though his lower
lip might have trembled the tiniest bit. Those words meant everything to
him. Everything. He had been prepared to live his life never forgiving
himself for letting Harry die disappointed in him, for failing him. To hear
them now, when he had never thought to hear him again except on a recording
in the lonely hours of the night...
"Well, as you once said, manners maketh the man," he smiled slightly at
him, coughing to hide the sudden swell in his throat. "I got them out, you
know - my mum and sister. I brought them to live with me in the new house."
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The sickness Harry felt was mimicked inside of Eggsy. He had taken no pleasure it what happened with Arthur. He still didn't. While he had not really known the man, he had been the head of the organization Harry had belonged to, thought he was worthy to belong to, and so Eggsy had looked up to him. After all, in mythology and legend, Arthur was the wise and great king. To think that their king had betrayed them, would willing send them to their deaths... it had crushed a bit more of his soul. He'd buried it with Harry, knowing he'd never get it back.
Soft eyes flicked to Harry at those last words, his chest swelling a bit. He felt the burn of tears again, bravely holding them back though his lower lip might have trembled the tiniest bit. Those words meant everything to him. Everything. He had been prepared to live his life never forgiving himself for letting Harry die disappointed in him, for failing him. To hear them now, when he had never thought to hear him again except on a recording in the lonely hours of the night...
"Well, as you once said, manners maketh the man," he smiled slightly at him, coughing to hide the sudden swell in his throat. "I got them out, you know - my mum and sister. I brought them to live with me in the new house."