[no, it's fine. she wouldn't have listened at first anyway, so maybe it's... for the best that he got eaten by a sea monster? no, that can't be right. anyway. she breathes out like she's trying to sort through her thoughts. there is a clear catalyst, and she still feels strange talking too much about it. but she doesn't want to leave it to something as simple as "vibes" either. but she also wants to protect what teacher has told her.]

[for some fucked up, demented reason, she still feels some base level of responsibility for those secrets. even as she's about to speak on why she feels like he doesn't deserve it anymore.]

I've seen... a lot of loss in my life. In my face and in the faces of others. I've seen it on gods, and on other things that shouldn't have human expressions. Things that, you know, don't experience emotions the same way as we do. [she thinks she can discuss this clearly enough without going too deep into it. still, she lowers her voice, like the specter of the liberator of death still haunts this place.]

I know what it looks like, is what I'm saying. It's one of those things that's probably universal. But I don't see it on his face when he talks about the things that he's lost. I don't see it in his eyes, not the same way. [she closes her own eye and lowers her head.]

Maybe I'm reading too much into it. I don't know. But I'm starting to think our Kindly Prince might be full of shit in a couple different ways.