[The tortured expression etched into his friend's face turns Vyng's blood to ice. So many bonds violently severed, leaving nothing but cold and empty in their wake. Losing just his mother had been absolute hell. It was the only spiritual bond he'd had with another person, and he spent decades shouldering that burden in exile.
But this? This is too much to bear. For anyone.
"A pointless slaughter."
He gently rubs Obi-Wan's shoulder, falling into the slow, tide-like rhythm from before. These wounds are fresh, while the mind and body work through trauma at their own pace. As many times as Obi-Wan needs to talk about what he saw, what he felt, what he did...Vyng will listen.]
no subject
But this? This is too much to bear. For anyone.
"A pointless slaughter."
He gently rubs Obi-Wan's shoulder, falling into the slow, tide-like rhythm from before. These wounds are fresh, while the mind and body work through trauma at their own pace. As many times as Obi-Wan needs to talk about what he saw, what he felt, what he did...Vyng will listen.]
Who was with you? When you found them.