[What an ugly display. There's something in it that rattles against his ribs, reaches into him and shakes him, reminds him of another time a long way back, tears that spilled to freely (worthless mutt, useless dog) and as always it ignites vicious feelings, the need to stamp it out, make it stop.
By his sides, his fingers flex.
It's a fleeting thing, though, pushed back by other feelings and the unwanted hollowness inside him that opens like a wound so that when he speaks it's in the same muted tone, harsh edges rounded away. As though the tension he feels in the face of her tears is barely there at all.]
Well. There's little point in dwelling on it. Everything ends.
[Not especially comforting words perhaps, but they're the only ones he has. In the meantime, Lily moves closer, touches Sapphire's hand.]
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By his sides, his fingers flex.
It's a fleeting thing, though, pushed back by other feelings and the unwanted hollowness inside him that opens like a wound so that when he speaks it's in the same muted tone, harsh edges rounded away. As though the tension he feels in the face of her tears is barely there at all.]
Well. There's little point in dwelling on it. Everything ends.
[Not especially comforting words perhaps, but they're the only ones he has. In the meantime, Lily moves closer, touches Sapphire's hand.]