Weird Time for Closure

"[THREAD TITLE]" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread started on [IRL DATE] and finished on [IRL DATE].
==Summary ==
[Write a summary of the thread's events here, including spoilers and important plot details. Check the Order of Threads to see if the thread you are placing already has a summary, to make less work for yourself.]
==Full Text ==
Stonegit: After accepting the excuse to spend some time chatting the Blunt, Stonegit had spent the remainder of the day with Haddock in the same peace and quiet they had left themselves in the conversation before. However, as the night dragged on, the boy saw that the next guard rotation, and more importantly Mera, would be able to ensure the King’s safety while he got a few hours of rest.
So after bidding the family goodnight, Stonegit stepped out into the strangely familiar courtyard of the grounded dungeon, and took a moment to gaze up at the stars. The ground was not trembling from the crash of gods fighting upon the earth, and Stonegit knew it would probably be one of the few, peaceful nights for the next few years.
Vox: He knew leaving Tree alone for a while would be a wise decision. There was too much to discuss in the moment, and they both needed time to process… everything. Vox felt a moment of sincere peace for the first time in a while, glancing up at the night sky and relishing in the idea that maybe… just maybe… he would be able to live without fear again.
Approaching the courtyard, still somewhat battered from recent events, he noticed a familiar face; one of which he had much attachment by fate, but never established anything more than passing glances.
“Oh. Stonegit, I didn’t expect anyone else to be here.”
Stonegit: Stonegit turned to look at him, surprised. He blinked once. The last time he had seen Vox was when he had vouched for him to lead the rebellion after the fight against Dust. After that, it had just been in passing during the chaos of Perch Halls destruction and the recently ended battle.
“Vox…” his eyes caught the empty sleeve at the scout’s side and his lips set in a grim line. He turned back to the sky. “Yeah…probably not a good idea to be out of the bunker. Still…I won’t see much of the stars after this…”
Vox: The scout felt the pain in Stonegit’s voice; there was much that he didn’t know about his specific situation, but he remained sympathetic towards it regardless.
“Well, at least you’ve got tonight. I hope to be halfway decent company, at the very least. You can say ‘great minds think alike’, but I think the two of us have lost enough of our minds for a lifetime to consider that true.”
He kept a steady focus at the ground below. Though physically exhausted, he couldn’t help but think about everything that lead them to this point. The initial rebellion, the lake… Stonegit’s sacrifice… it was all starting to feel more real in the moment.
Stonegit: Stonegit shifted his eyes as he stood beside him, and then opened his mouth to say something. He gave a small sigh instead and looked away.
There was a pause. He was thinking the same thoughts. He ventured to talk again. “Yeah…myself more than you I think….Vox…that day…at the lake…”
He trailed off.
Vox: Vox felt an overwhelming guilt at the mere mention of the lake. It was a topic that had never been broached by the two, but it seemed like as good a time as any to get some closure.
“…what about it, Stonegit?”
Stonegit: Stonegit rubbed his arm. “I…I’m not really sure. I guess the whole memory is just kind of messing with me. The strangeness of it all.”
His head lowered. “Well…I guess…I also feel guilty. ”
Vox: The scout let out a soft chuckle. Of course Stonegit would feel guilty when he was the one that saved his life.
“I’ll be honest with you, bud. I don’t think there is any reason for you to feel guilty for doing something so… selfless, for someone you didn’t even know. That’s the mark of a truly great person.” He playfully nudged Stonegit with his elbow. “If anyone should be feeling any sort of guilt, it’s me. You shouldn’t have had to do that. I got myself into that situation by being too reactive to what happened with Tree and the Warden.”
His own words were haunting. It felt like a lifetime ago since that incident, and yet, he could remember it as if it had just occurred.
“You made a choice to give up everything for someone else, and that is something I’ll always remember.”
Stonegit: The words did not seem to improve Stonegit’s disposition. He rubbed his arm again, this time in light of Vox’s nudge. “That’s why I’m guilty Vox. You’ve probably been carrying that since it all happened. And it…its not fair…cause it was never for you.”
His shoulders hunched a little as he looked back towards the entrance to the bunker. “Haddock…he’s the one you ought to thank. He would have, and was going to, give his life for you. Akkey deserves thanks, she gave up her memories. For you.”
“I…I tired to force Pitch, I threatened Akkey, I attacked Tree. And even at that last moment before I drifted under that water…I did it for Haddock, to save him. I…I’ve never actually done anything for you Vox. All the thanks, and the few moments of recognition…they weren’t deserved, at all…”
Vox: It was a lot for Vox to take in – hearing it out loud, it made sense; to think that Haddock had made it his intention to be the one to save Vox altered his previously held perspective.
“I… I get it. I honestly do.” He turned to face Stonegit completely, almost forcing eye contact with the young bodyguard. “Could you imagine what would have happened if they hadn’t restrained Tree after what happened to me? How many more people she would have unintentionally killed because of my folly in wanting her released? My ignorance was nothing to be praised, and to this day, I’m told how distraught the rebellion was at my passing, but… I don’t feel like my life should have been celebrated then. I lost a good friend many years ago, and I nearly did the same thing again with people who mean the world to me.”
He looked back to the sky. There was no reason he should be here, but fate had other plans.
“Your intentions may not have been what I believed, but that doesn’t change the fact that you were ready to risk everything for somebody else without a second thought. I see a hero’s blood in your veins, Stonegit.”
Stonegit: Stonegit starred at him, his eyes wide and almost awestruck.
The memories of his shortcomings had been so bitter, he hadn’t realized…he had almost forgotten, that there had been courage and sacrifice as well. Every scar. Every moment that ended in pain, the sake of the rebellion.
His rebellion.
Stonegit finally looked away from Vox and back up into the sky, his eyes still wide in wonder. “If it’s true that I’d even have a drop of that blood…then it would be more than what I’d ever thought I could do.”
“Vox…let’s keep going…okay?”
Vox: He followed suit in directing his gaze to the sky once more. It was unusually clear, given the circumstances. A serene solitude that gifted the opportunity for repentance and common ground.
“Absolutely, bud.” He threw his hand on the shoulder of his new friend, giving it a reassuring pat. “That’s about the best we can do for ourselves right about now.”
Stonegit: Stonegit tilted his head ever so slightly up at him, and then back. Memories of Jackson…Blue… and others he had lost flickered in his mind.
Earlier he had pulled away from Grey, fearing the same loss. But life wasn’t worth living like that. Stonegit was ready to have friends, even if it was for shorter times than what he would ever choose himself. 
His hand reached up to grab Vox’s arm, which rested over his shoulders. “Yeah…”
Category:BOTGD
Category:Season 5
Category:Events
Category:Stonegit Brotchurn Elmiss
Category:Vox Arnason