[ he remembers—she wasn't quick to take his hand, not the type with an easy touch. it sweetens the gesture. ]
Ah, you're right—I'm sorry. It is a bad habit of mine to think that way. [ wondering if he could've been stronger in a more crucial moment. that sort of thing. ] But that's how I feel as well. We were lucky to have known them, and I do not regret our meeting for its ending.
[ even if it was unfairly brief, and even if she is burying her feelings away, he's glad to hear her say this much. he smiles again, more happily this time, resting a hand over hers with a tiny, easy squeeze, at once reassuring and thankful. ]
Continuing on is never easy, but I hope you will try. Even if it is just a day at a time. [ she is another wonderful presence here, and he doesn't want that mire of sadness to hold her forever. ]
... This won't break me. [she says, finally. a little sigh. she can't help the sadness so much - it's a part of her, and it lingers even when she isn't in mourning. but she's had much worse, and she'll make it.
she lets him rest his hand on her own, tired.]
I'll be alright, and I will keep moving. Nothing will stop me. [...] Thank you, Sidon.
[ no she is a good girl (everything about her points to violence) SHE IS A GOOD GIRL I WANT HER HAPPINESS
but no sometimes even if someone is so depressed their core identity has absorbed trauma and sadness into it, you'd like a day to go by a little easier for them.
they can just rest for a while, but he nods, resolute at her determination. he can't slack off either—even if they rightfully get the day to be really, really sad. ]
[HELP she's committed atrocities but have you considered she's a meow meow
anyway, she leans back against the wall, and - well, she enjoys his company. it's nice, to not feel like she's drowning. sidon's an unexpected life raft in the middle of that swamp of negative emotion - seems apt coming from him.
when he says that, she glances at him, and... smiles. just a little. small. but she smiles.]
... I'll be relying on you too. [she's comforted, by that.]
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Ah, you're right—I'm sorry. It is a bad habit of mine to think that way. [ wondering if he could've been stronger in a more crucial moment. that sort of thing. ] But that's how I feel as well. We were lucky to have known them, and I do not regret our meeting for its ending.
[ even if it was unfairly brief, and even if she is burying her feelings away, he's glad to hear her say this much. he smiles again, more happily this time, resting a hand over hers with a tiny, easy squeeze, at once reassuring and thankful. ]
Continuing on is never easy, but I hope you will try. Even if it is just a day at a time. [ she is another wonderful presence here, and he doesn't want that mire of sadness to hold her forever. ]
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... This won't break me. [she says, finally. a little sigh. she can't help the sadness so much - it's a part of her, and it lingers even when she isn't in mourning. but she's had much worse, and she'll make it.
she lets him rest his hand on her own, tired.]
I'll be alright, and I will keep moving. Nothing will stop me. [...] Thank you, Sidon.
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but no sometimes even if someone is so depressed their core identity has absorbed trauma and sadness into it, you'd like a day to go by a little easier for them.
they can just rest for a while, but he nods, resolute at her determination. he can't slack off either—even if they rightfully get the day to be really, really sad. ]
Please—I should thank you.
[ they're getting through it. ]
I'll be relying on you, Throné.
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anyway, she leans back against the wall, and - well, she enjoys his company. it's nice, to not feel like she's drowning. sidon's an unexpected life raft in the middle of that swamp of negative emotion - seems apt coming from him.
when he says that, she glances at him, and... smiles. just a little. small. but she smiles.]
... I'll be relying on you too. [she's comforted, by that.]