[Maybe it's a little ironic how his reassurance for her to not be upset just manages to inspire more tears, pricking at the corners of her eyes even as she stills underneath his touch.
(It's calm and patient, just like Tetora's. Despite herself, she finds herself aching for this kind of kindness too.)
When she speaks again, it's quiet and mystified:]
I don't understand....
[She doesn't understand his world, so full of death and misery. In all technicality, she knows of his strength and what it's used for. She knows that he's a kind soul - whether that soul belongs to a weapon or not. These two things so rarely intersect and so this serves as a grim reminder.
How can he be someone who smiles so much, is so happy over the simplest things, is so warm and welcoming and patient.... how can he do it?]
I really... don't understand you at all. Why are you the one reassuring me right now?
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(It's calm and patient, just like Tetora's. Despite herself, she finds herself aching for this kind of kindness too.)
When she speaks again, it's quiet and mystified:]
I don't understand....
[She doesn't understand his world, so full of death and misery. In all technicality, she knows of his strength and what it's used for. She knows that he's a kind soul - whether that soul belongs to a weapon or not. These two things so rarely intersect and so this serves as a grim reminder.
How can he be someone who smiles so much, is so happy over the simplest things, is so warm and welcoming and patient.... how can he do it?]
I really... don't understand you at all. Why are you the one reassuring me right now?