[ He almost laughs at that. Yeah, being comforting, being gentle— that's not why he trusted her. It wasn't even really the flowers that had willed him to ask for her help in the first place. She was like him, but more grounded (as odd as it was to think of a rage-filled teen as such); they could see the world for what it really was, and had suffered much the same. She helped him, anyway, despite the reminders, and despite the risk.
And that was something he wouldn't find in softly said condolences.
He keeps his hand where it is but watches her, trying to read what she was thinking. Had she put it together? Would she be afraid? It'd frightened a crowd of hardened soldiers— it'd frightened him. He wouldn't blame her.
She guesses right, and he nods, but: ]
I'm under orders not to say.
[ And he's not so scared that he won't keep eye contact, tears finally slowing, voice raw. He's frustrated, and sad, and furious, but all the emotions wear anyone down; for this, he's calmer now than he has been this entire conversation, if a bit apprehensive. ] But you've probably figured it out by now, right?
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And that was something he wouldn't find in softly said condolences.
He keeps his hand where it is but watches her, trying to read what she was thinking. Had she put it together? Would she be afraid? It'd frightened a crowd of hardened soldiers— it'd frightened him. He wouldn't blame her.
She guesses right, and he nods, but: ]
I'm under orders not to say.
[ And he's not so scared that he won't keep eye contact, tears finally slowing, voice raw. He's frustrated, and sad, and furious, but all the emotions wear anyone down; for this, he's calmer now than he has been this entire conversation, if a bit apprehensive. ] But you've probably figured it out by now, right?