[It's sort of an empty platitude given that she's lost close friends regardless, but it's a small victory. He stares at the cup of tea for a moment, silent.]
... kind of like I'm sinking into a pit.
[He wouldn't go so far to say it felt like a part of him was missing—his soul was fine on its own for a good 17 years, and as much as he craves affection from other people, saying that he was somehow incomplete by the loss would imply this place had done something irreversible to him. That isn't something he can ever concede to, if he hopes to hold onto his sanity.
Even so, the intensity of the loss isn't something he can brush off. Even with his usual instinct to conceal whatever misery he's enduring, he didn't come here just to stare at Tsutha's things.]
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[It's sort of an empty platitude given that she's lost close friends regardless, but it's a small victory. He stares at the cup of tea for a moment, silent.]
... kind of like I'm sinking into a pit.
[He wouldn't go so far to say it felt like a part of him was missing—his soul was fine on its own for a good 17 years, and as much as he craves affection from other people, saying that he was somehow incomplete by the loss would imply this place had done something irreversible to him. That isn't something he can ever concede to, if he hopes to hold onto his sanity.
Even so, the intensity of the loss isn't something he can brush off. Even with his usual instinct to conceal whatever misery he's enduring, he didn't come here just to stare at Tsutha's things.]