South doesn't back off or even flinch; instead, she just crouches down and nods. If he's sure, he's sure; at this point she'd put money on there being something more than just an uncanny closeness going on here, between the memory and the way he phrased that. The power it'd take to hide Rune from him...
Magic bullshit, that'd be her guess.
"Yeah, I've heard that. About people going home." God, she's so bad at doing feelings stuff, and this some messy, fucked up, feelings stuff. She digs her teeth into her bottom lip for a second, then sighs. "Look, I could pretend I know what the fuck to say here, that I could say anything fuckin' helpful at all, but I don't, and I fucking can't. I'm bad at this shit. And I'm not gonna fuckin' patronise you by spitting out some fucking platitudes that don't mean shit."
She scrubs a hand over her face, taking a deep breath.
"So, he's gone. You're fucked up about it. I— I kind of know what that fuckin' feels like, not... not exactly, just." Fuck. She sounds like an idiot. She means it, she really does, but it probably sounds like one of those bullshit platitudes. "Just— what would help, in this exact moment? Anything at all? Or do you just need to freak the fuck out, be pissed, scared, talk, whatever?"
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South doesn't back off or even flinch; instead, she just crouches down and nods. If he's sure, he's sure; at this point she'd put money on there being something more than just an uncanny closeness going on here, between the memory and the way he phrased that. The power it'd take to hide Rune from him...
Magic bullshit, that'd be her guess.
"Yeah, I've heard that. About people going home." God, she's so bad at doing feelings stuff, and this some messy, fucked up, feelings stuff. She digs her teeth into her bottom lip for a second, then sighs. "Look, I could pretend I know what the fuck to say here, that I could say anything fuckin' helpful at all, but I don't, and I fucking can't. I'm bad at this shit. And I'm not gonna fuckin' patronise you by spitting out some fucking platitudes that don't mean shit."
She scrubs a hand over her face, taking a deep breath.
"So, he's gone. You're fucked up about it. I— I kind of know what that fuckin' feels like, not... not exactly, just." Fuck. She sounds like an idiot. She means it, she really does, but it probably sounds like one of those bullshit platitudes. "Just— what would help, in this exact moment? Anything at all? Or do you just need to freak the fuck out, be pissed, scared, talk, whatever?"