[The vines provided to help them both down are rejected by Childe- he doesn't need help, at least not yet, though the gesture is appreciated. He's silent next to Bigby as they exit, knowing right now that there were no words that would make this situation any better, nor did he want to share any. The man will need his space, and Bigby did what needed to be done.
It just really sucks that the death of a child had to be it.
He floats back down to the ground, feet tapping lightly onto it as he meets their other two comrades, nodding to Fern first and foremost.]
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It just really sucks that the death of a child had to be it.
He floats back down to the ground, feet tapping lightly onto it as he meets their other two comrades, nodding to Fern first and foremost.]
T̢̼͔h̝͉͖o̘̪s͇͍̻e͕͍̘ v͔̦͎i͔͙͇n̠̺e̞͖͜s͇̫͕ o̝͓̻f̝̪͕ y͍̟̘o̢͚͎u̫͖͖r̠͔̟s͖͕͖ k̺̪̪e͉͉͉p͔̝͍t͇̘͕ u̼̻̙s͇̙͕ f͓͖͚r̢͕͉o̘͕̟m̙̙̟ f̻̼̘a̙̫̺l̺̦̪l̡̘̼i͖͇n͓͚g͙͎ i͇̠͜n͖̘͍t̢̟͉o̺͕ t̢̡̞h̢̢̺e̡̙͕ p̟͇i̢͓̪t͍̞̟ o͎͚f̞͉͇ t̻͕̞h̘̙̠a̪͎t̪͍ m̡̙͙o̟͖͓n͓͚͔s͕͜͜t͕͕͓r͕̘̞o̺̪͔s̟͕͜i̘͎̙t͔̫̞y̙͇͓'͕͚̫s͔͎̦ s̡͇͕t͖̝̞o̡̼͍m̘͇a̝̞̻c̦͖͓h͓͍̙.͙̺͖ F̞̝̼o͉͓͔r̻͍ t̢͍̟h̪̞͜a̫͕͖t̡̫͜,͍͔͍ I̞̘̙ a̡̠m̡̘̻ g͍̞͖r̡̦̪a̫̫̦t̢̪͜e͉͔̦f͓͔͜u͓̞͜l͖̞̪.̙͓ [And, to the Shrike-] A͔̼͜n͚͖͓d̡̙ y͎̼͕o͙͎̦u͍̪̻r̢̙̞ O̫͜m̡̦̫e̢͚̼n̢̝͍ g̪͓͇a̞͍̙v͓͍͜e̠̼ u͙͍͎s͖͉̦ v͚̟̪a̡̢̡l͓͖u̝͖͔a̡̢b͚̝̪l͇͖͕e̢̞̼ i̫͚̘n͓̘̝f̻͜o̙̼͙r̼̘̼m̘̝͍a̡͓͜t̪͖̝i̪͍͍o̢̙̺n̼͜͜ t̘̼̘o̢͕͇ g̘̝͜e̞̼͜t͙͍ i͉͓͎n͖̝̦s̙͉͎i͓͚͜d̠͇̼e̡̠̠ o͔͙̫f͖̦̫ t̢̘̞h͙͉͜e̫͎̻ n͖̙͔a͍̼p͖͍̻e̪̫͜.̺̻͜ P̡͚̠r̟̞e̢̼͜t͎͕͜t͔͚̫y͍̝͓ g̡̟o̦͍͕o͓̺͍d͖̦̪ t͔̙͕e͚̞̙a̡̪͇m̞̠̻w̡̦͍o͖͓͜r̺̫͇k͔͉̘,͖̝ I̟̠͜'̼̙͔d͖͔̼ s̪͙a̺̘̘y͕̺̘.̼̺͖
[He looks back to Bigby.]
B͙̞̝u̦͖t̼͍͖ n͓͙o͇͖̦t̼͉̘ a̞̙͜l̙͚͜l̢̟̻ n͍͔͇e͉͍̝w͔͇̟s͚͍̘ i͉̞s̻͎͉ g͉͎o̺̟o̡͉̺d̢͙̪ n͕̘͔e̺̟͍w̝͔͖s̻̞͚.̠͖̟