Jesper doesn't remember his last words to anyone. His father, Inej, Wylan. Inej and Wylan disappeared in the night. He likes to think that he said he loved them, because that is the sort of thing Jesper did with his loved ones. He never takes it for granted that the words are understood so he says them regularly. The one thing he can hold onto is that people in his life do know how he feels about them, always. So if he goes, if they go, there is that hanging in the air, still alive.
He knew that Kelson was a king because they spoke briefly on the network, and he told Jesper about it a little. He seemed like a nice enough sort although he couldn't get a full read on him. He encouraged him to befriend Nikolai and Kell. Jesper was asking in case Kelson was one of those tragic cases where he was dead back home, but it sounds like he wasn't, so that's a relief at least. That would be far worse. Although a part of him thinks that it's for the best Wilhelm didn't have 800 years of memories of Kelson on top of that to lose. At least this is one sharp tug, a few months rather than centuries.
Jesper moves closer to Wilhelm on the couch and goes ahead and puts an arm around him since he's clearly starting to unravel. He can pull away if he wants to, but Jesper has a hard time not offering physical comfort from someone who needs it. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Truly. Wherever he is now, he was lucky to have spent time with you, and I know he would say that."
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Date: 2024-06-15 01:37 am (UTC)He knew that Kelson was a king because they spoke briefly on the network, and he told Jesper about it a little. He seemed like a nice enough sort although he couldn't get a full read on him. He encouraged him to befriend Nikolai and Kell. Jesper was asking in case Kelson was one of those tragic cases where he was dead back home, but it sounds like he wasn't, so that's a relief at least. That would be far worse. Although a part of him thinks that it's for the best Wilhelm didn't have 800 years of memories of Kelson on top of that to lose. At least this is one sharp tug, a few months rather than centuries.
Jesper moves closer to Wilhelm on the couch and goes ahead and puts an arm around him since he's clearly starting to unravel. He can pull away if he wants to, but Jesper has a hard time not offering physical comfort from someone who needs it. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Truly. Wherever he is now, he was lucky to have spent time with you, and I know he would say that."