phob loves tin. more than his own life.
enough to want to change the world, to make a future where they can stand as equals, where they can love truly, where everyone has a chance to live the life they choose.
tin loves phob. more than the life he was born into.
enough to leave his family behind, to hide himself away, to make a fragile home for the only happiness he's ever known, where he can be who he truly is.
phob loves tin, and phob betrayed tin. because of him and in spite of him. for him and against him.
tin can understand phob's hope, but he cannot see phob's vision. he can only see the chaos in its wake.
they meet here, at the new dawn, at the making of the new day. who can see what their new day will bring? not the revolutionaries, with their zeal and caution. not the nobility, with their anger and blindness. not phob, with all his fierce hope. not tin, with all his self-condemnation and despair.
it will only be all of them, all their fears and hopes and choices, all of them together, that will bring the new day to life.
phob and tin's future is the nation's future, the most precarious, uncertain thing. if the world can truly change - if they can make the day they fought for through the long night - if phob can build for tin a world wide enough to make a real home, not just a new place to hide - tin will forgive him.
it's not about breaking tin's heart. it's about changing tin's mind.
















