[ It hurts. Physically, emotionally, mentally—Fai feels as if he's been hit from all sides as he gazes into the mirror, unable to look away. Her screams are haunting, piercing, and something he knows he'll likely never be able to forget. His heart hurts, his stomach lurches, but Fai manages to steady himself with a long, long breath.
In and out.
His gaze falls to the lamia plush as it lays on the floor. Fai has half a mind to pick it up, but the emptiness in him keeps him from being able to do so. It's what keeps any of the tears that should be forming from actually prickling at his eyes.
And besides, Fandaniel is more important anyway. He's doubled over, unable to respond, and Fai isn't sure what he saw. There's plenty to choose from between the two of them surely, and he can tell that it was nothing good. Fai takes the few steps over, crouching down on the ground and reaching out a hand. Should he touch him? Should he abstain? He isn't sure. ]
...I'm sorry.
[ For what he saw, for what Fandaniel saw, for coming in here in the first place. ]
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In and out.
His gaze falls to the lamia plush as it lays on the floor. Fai has half a mind to pick it up, but the emptiness in him keeps him from being able to do so. It's what keeps any of the tears that should be forming from actually prickling at his eyes.
And besides, Fandaniel is more important anyway. He's doubled over, unable to respond, and Fai isn't sure what he saw. There's plenty to choose from between the two of them surely, and he can tell that it was nothing good. Fai takes the few steps over, crouching down on the ground and reaching out a hand. Should he touch him? Should he abstain? He isn't sure. ]
...I'm sorry.
[ For what he saw, for what Fandaniel saw, for coming in here in the first place. ]