[The clouds remain as they are, but Baltus deflates into a sad puddle with noodle legs sticking out of it over the boop, so there is that. Lysithea's gesture of reassurance might be the giveaway that Break's eyesight is fading out again. He doesn't react until she's touching him, and jumps a little when she does. But such gestures are far more helpful to him than she knows -- or, perhaps she's figured it out by now, given how physically affectionate his omen is -- and Break gives her fingers a grateful squeeze despite the way his mood has plummeted.]
You needn't say such things to me. This position you're in, I've -- been there, too.
[It's how he died, which is another reason this is hitting him so hard. It will not surprise Break even a little bit if this "emergency" gets a great many people killed, and if Lysithea is using words like "indisposed" at him because she is well aware of this and suspects she herself may fall. Sleepers treat death as something like an undesirable injury, he's noticed, but Break is traumatized enough by his own death that he's sensitive to the nuances involved, even if you do ultimately live to talk about it.
The suffering. The awful memories that linger, and surge up on you with very little warning. Not being able to do much more than hope the people you weren't able to protect to the end make it through. Waking up and discovering that they didn't, actually.]
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You needn't say such things to me. This position you're in, I've -- been there, too.
[It's how he died, which is another reason this is hitting him so hard. It will not surprise Break even a little bit if this "emergency" gets a great many people killed, and if Lysithea is using words like "indisposed" at him because she is well aware of this and suspects she herself may fall. Sleepers treat death as something like an undesirable injury, he's noticed, but Break is traumatized enough by his own death that he's sensitive to the nuances involved, even if you do ultimately live to talk about it.
The suffering. The awful memories that linger, and surge up on you with very little warning. Not being able to do much more than hope the people you weren't able to protect to the end make it through. Waking up and discovering that they didn't, actually.]
Just. Come back, yeah? One way or another.