...She hasn't cried in a very, very long time. This is not to say that she is not capable of processing her emotions - she simply used up her tears many years ago.
Calming breaths. A few moments to see and feel and allow herself to fully process what has just occurred. The people they had seen. The people they left behind. The scant few they had saved.
And that was it. That was all they could do.
This was a sort of war, too.
When about ten minutes have passed, she stands and follows Diluc inside, her composure regained.]
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[Lysithea does not cry.
...She hasn't cried in a very, very long time. This is not to say that she is not capable of processing her emotions - she simply used up her tears many years ago.
Calming breaths. A few moments to see and feel and allow herself to fully process what has just occurred. The people they had seen. The people they left behind. The scant few they had saved.
And that was it. That was all they could do.
This was a sort of war, too.
When about ten minutes have passed, she stands and follows Diluc inside, her composure regained.]