something about seeing gu yun like this again, upright, holding his face in his hands like mollymauk is a child, makes him feel a bit better. calms some of the terrible, terrifying empty feeling that's haunting the back of his brain. He just matches his gaze, and
after a long moment, reaches up to a put a hand over one that's against his cheek.]
Right, then. No one is left behind.
[He pauses, though, looking down again briefly.]
Wrath-- Wrath believes the order came from her. Unintentionally.
[There's a bit in his voice where it seems he can't quite decide how he feels about that. What emotion that brings up. Wrath hadn't meant it, had little choice, but something about still feels.
Well. A thread in a tapestry of loss. He supposes he's added his own too.]
[ well. that makes a conversation he had earlier today make even more sense, now.
gu yun's expression changes, again, mouth pulling grim at the corner. he leaves his hand at molly's cheek, cupping it as he's processing the idea. and combined with the trial from the day before...
... ]
It would've taken any sort of chance to do so. It's not their fault. [ as was clearly proven, today.
gu yun closes his eyes. briefly. there's no stopping grief or guilt, though. ] What an accursed mess.
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something about seeing gu yun like this again, upright, holding his face in his hands like mollymauk is a child, makes him feel a bit better. calms some of the terrible, terrifying empty feeling that's haunting the back of his brain. He just matches his gaze, and
after a long moment, reaches up to a put a hand over one that's against his cheek.]
Right, then. No one is left behind.
[He pauses, though, looking down again briefly.]
Wrath-- Wrath believes the order came from her. Unintentionally.
[There's a bit in his voice where it seems he can't quite decide how he feels about that. What emotion that brings up. Wrath hadn't meant it, had little choice, but something about still feels.
Well. A thread in a tapestry of loss. He supposes he's added his own too.]
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gu yun's expression changes, again, mouth pulling grim at the corner. he leaves his hand at molly's cheek, cupping it as he's processing the idea. and combined with the trial from the day before...
... ]
It would've taken any sort of chance to do so. It's not their fault. [ as was clearly proven, today.
gu yun closes his eyes. briefly. there's no stopping grief or guilt, though. ] What an accursed mess.