He goes to take her hands and she lets him, but not without her shoulders hiking a little as if trying to curl in on herself. She doesn't want anyone to see her like this. It's bad enough that he's here, trying to comfort her with words that barely scratch the surface of her grief.
The dead are not just souls. We're memories. What people think of us, what we pass on. What lives in the heart, that's the part that lives...
"That... sounds nice," she says in a quiet voice and a small attempted smile. She wishes she could even pretend to believe that. It's harder, knowing what she does about Hollows. Knowing that her parents' souls might have been eaten. If that were true, no amount of memories would ever let her see them again, not in this life or the next.
"Can I apologize for being such a mess?" She tries to joke. It's the only way she knows how to pull herself back together. "You got to apologize. It's only fair."
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The dead are not just souls. We're memories. What people think of us, what we pass on. What lives in the heart, that's the part that lives...
"That... sounds nice," she says in a quiet voice and a small attempted smile. She wishes she could even pretend to believe that. It's harder, knowing what she does about Hollows. Knowing that her parents' souls might have been eaten. If that were true, no amount of memories would ever let her see them again, not in this life or the next.
"Can I apologize for being such a mess?" She tries to joke. It's the only way she knows how to pull herself back together. "You got to apologize. It's only fair."