He isn't going to comfort her. He's not. He's a big, bad, mean person who was initially willing to sell out the entire group to Jorgmund. He's not the kind of person who would reassure a former enemy -
"Yes, you are," says the inner voice that's only been getting stronger. You even tried to get through to Locus.
Who the fuck is Locus?? his present voices says back.
"You don't have to be those things, you know," he says, almost gently, watching the memory shift. "That you were. That time we fought, when I said we both could be better, I meant it. North is alive, you don't have to do this again."
He briefly winces and then adds awkwardly, "Also, if you, uh, need to cry? I'll just...pretend you didn't. So..."
A vague gesture of his hand, as if to say 'by all means, have at it.' This is emotional shit where she's having her mistakes thrown in her face, he wouldn't hold crying against her. Too low a blow. He'd just ignore it.
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"Yes, you are," says the inner voice that's only been getting stronger. You even tried to get through to Locus.
Who the fuck is Locus?? his present voices says back.
"You don't have to be those things, you know," he says, almost gently, watching the memory shift. "That you were. That time we fought, when I said we both could be better, I meant it. North is alive, you don't have to do this again."
He briefly winces and then adds awkwardly, "Also, if you, uh, need to cry? I'll just...pretend you didn't. So..."
A vague gesture of his hand, as if to say 'by all means, have at it.' This is emotional shit where she's having her mistakes thrown in her face, he wouldn't hold crying against her. Too low a blow. He'd just ignore it.