[Even though that's not the part that bothers him - because of course it isn't, he's a moron without much self-preservation instinct - it's what gets the smile to ease into near-nonexistence. His shoulders tense a little and his gaze shifts to the window.]
I don't think even he understood why it happened, or why it was me. He asked me if I knew, but I didn't have an answer.
[Bad luck, probably. Maybe the connection that they shared once a long, long time ago, when he was still making a transition from observer to sentient being. He still hasn't really thought much about it, since his thoughts are frazzled and he can't unthread them yet.]
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I don't think even he understood why it happened, or why it was me. He asked me if I knew, but I didn't have an answer.
[Bad luck, probably. Maybe the connection that they shared once a long, long time ago, when he was still making a transition from observer to sentient being. He still hasn't really thought much about it, since his thoughts are frazzled and he can't unthread them yet.]