[To have the gesture returned in equal measure feels strange. And exhilarating. She starts laughing.]
Please, please don't be sorry. I understand. Even with her power, she's just a girl. It wouldn't have felt fair, no matter what effect she was under.
[Has she despaired? Her smile twitches a little there. Can't say she's been well, exactly, but she has done her best.]
I'm trying to keep things up. And keep in touch with people. It's...it feels cruel to say, but with the regularity of it all there's a sort of, I don't know. Deadened response? It hurts still, but we all brace ourselves for it now.
I'm never far from you either. [Her hand is still at his cheek. She refuses to relinquish one inch of him. He was such a boisterous force, to think of him as incorporeal was insulting.] Are you taking good care down there? Making sure everyone stays in line?
[ sweet shouxue hitting him with her tiny hamster fists until he ran away ]
I am! Everyone is quite responsible. We have our struggles, but... honestly, I often feel that you all have it worse, in your own way.
[ even if they've had to get used to it. it's like knowing how to throw your weight for a fall, or blocking a punch—there's still pain there, repetitive as it is.
it's affection week, so he turns his face into her hand, nuzzling it like an oversized cat instead of a giant shark. ]
It isn't cruel to brace yourself for an impact, dear Rosamund. Please don't ever think yourself even a little cruel for the things one must do to survive.
[ because—he does value that. survival. he wants so badly for certain people to live that it makes him selfish. he squeezes her a little tighter. ]
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Please, please don't be sorry. I understand. Even with her power, she's just a girl. It wouldn't have felt fair, no matter what effect she was under.
[Has she despaired? Her smile twitches a little there. Can't say she's been well, exactly, but she has done her best.]
I'm trying to keep things up. And keep in touch with people. It's...it feels cruel to say, but with the regularity of it all there's a sort of, I don't know. Deadened response? It hurts still, but we all brace ourselves for it now.
I'm never far from you either. [Her hand is still at his cheek. She refuses to relinquish one inch of him. He was such a boisterous force, to think of him as incorporeal was insulting.] Are you taking good care down there? Making sure everyone stays in line?
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I am! Everyone is quite responsible. We have our struggles, but... honestly, I often feel that you all have it worse, in your own way.
[ even if they've had to get used to it. it's like knowing how to throw your weight for a fall, or blocking a punch—there's still pain there, repetitive as it is.
it's affection week, so he turns his face into her hand, nuzzling it like an oversized cat instead of a giant shark. ]
It isn't cruel to brace yourself for an impact, dear Rosamund. Please don't ever think yourself even a little cruel for the things one must do to survive.
[ because—he does value that. survival. he wants so badly for certain people to live that it makes him selfish. he squeezes her a little tighter. ]