i know it's not the first time he's died last time i found his stone in the lake but there's nothing like that here there's nothing i can do he was so miserable when he came back, gale they turned him into a monster that wanted to hurt people what are they going to do to him now?
Oh, Cellar. Whatever cruelty they force upon him, he will return to you — and to all who love him. That is no small thing.
Your care might soothe even the greatest agonies. Please, take this truth from one who has suffered terribly by his lonesome and in the company of those most dear. This pain you feel for him matters. Your presence matters. It may be the only thing that does, when no amount of cleverness or hardiness can shield our hearts against the hardships of living.
I know there are many who cherish you, and yet I offer myself for company, if you should want for it.
[ She's going to save it, keep it so she can read it over again. A beautiful reminder, wonderfully written. She should show it to Finch. To Iggy, when he comes back. ]
[ Has she been brave? She feels like she keeps making mistake after mistake, being hurt, hurting people. Where is bravery when there's fissures and pieces falling off her broken heart? ]
All right. I shall see you shortly. By the commune gardens, hm? My mother has always assured me that the sight of flowers blooming and leaves turning is one that heartens all, even in the most troubling times.
[ and he will, having acquiring two mugs of tea for the trip. how strange, to carry them when they once simply floated! ]
[ Just when she thought she'd forgotten how, Gale gets her to smile, small and buried under the sadness.
She misses her mother. ]
see you in a bit ♥
[ She doesn't worry about looking any less miserable, but her hair is caught up, sleeves long, hiding most of her hands when she crosses her arms to self-soothe. Her face is flushed around the nose, under her eyes. ]
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it's not the first time he's died
last time i found his stone in the lake
but there's nothing like that here
there's nothing i can do
he was so miserable when he came back, gale
they turned him into a monster that wanted to hurt people
what are they going to do to him now?
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Whatever cruelty they force upon him, he will return to you — and to all who love him. That is no small thing.
Your care might soothe even the greatest agonies. Please, take this truth from one who has suffered terribly by his lonesome and in the company of those most dear. This pain you feel for him matters. Your presence matters. It may be the only thing that does, when no amount of cleverness or hardiness can shield our hearts against the hardships of living.
I know there are many who cherish you, and yet I offer myself for company, if you should want for it.
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this is really kind
[ She's going to save it, keep it so she can read it over again. A beautiful reminder, wonderfully written. She should show it to Finch. To Iggy, when he comes back. ]
i'd like that
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Do you drink tea? I’ll bring something to warm you, in any case.
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i do
that'd be really nice
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[ and he will, having acquiring two mugs of tea for the trip. how strange, to carry them when they once simply floated! ]
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She misses her mother. ]
see you in a bit
♥
[ She doesn't worry about looking any less miserable, but her hair is caught up, sleeves long, hiding most of her hands when she crosses her arms to self-soothe. Her face is flushed around the nose, under her eyes. ]