It's true though. [ His voice is hollow, void of any emotion other than acceptance. ] I can't save her.
[ His hands uncurl, staring into his palms. He'd held her in his arms and watch her dissolve into nothingness. Was that better or worse than not knowing what had happened to her at all? He doesn't know what happened on Macha, doesn't know where, or when, or what. All he has is the whispering amongst the recruits that Honey had killed her. It sticks in his head, malicious and irritating. She did it...
The growing strength of that conviction may be something to mention, but he doesn't realize that. ]
I don't think there's anything else... I'm just tired.
[ For that he can say nothing. He can no more absolve someone else of the thing that he can't give himself. Can't make it better, can't make it go away. It'd be too hypocritical than he can accept for himself.
So he focuses on something he can, the little bit of advice he can give. The only thing that worked when his bones were shaking with cold. ]
Do you have something you like to do? Something that makes you happy? Or you can focus on?
[ Everyone has asked him that question. Everyone has suggested he try to get his mind off of it, try to keep himself busy. What was he supposed to do when every moment was just another stinging reminder that Xion wasn't there anymore. That she'd been taken away from him. Existing without her had a bitter taste. Continuing on with the CDC had a bitter taste. She hadn't been happy during Macha, she had opposed the company's way of doing things. Was it worth it to stay on this path, save her through a method she wouldn't have approved of? It was all wrong. It was all tainted.
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[ His hands uncurl, staring into his palms. He'd held her in his arms and watch her dissolve into nothingness. Was that better or worse than not knowing what had happened to her at all? He doesn't know what happened on Macha, doesn't know where, or when, or what. All he has is the whispering amongst the recruits that Honey had killed her. It sticks in his head, malicious and irritating. She did it...
The growing strength of that conviction may be something to mention, but he doesn't realize that. ]
I don't think there's anything else... I'm just tired.
[ The dreams were not restful. ]
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So he focuses on something he can, the little bit of advice he can give. The only thing that worked when his bones were shaking with cold. ]
Do you have something you like to do? Something that makes you happy? Or you can focus on?
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He stares down at his hands, brows pinching. ]
No.
[ A petulant answer, maybe, but he is a child. ]