[ There's a... short, quiet sort of laugh that leaves Fandaniel, but it sounds tired, so very tired. How long has it been since he's spoken to anyone about his sister? His family? The accident?

He can't recall. ]

It matters naught now. I couldn't save her. I was too weak.

[ Though he isn't too weak now, after having a moment to recover, to reach down to retrieve the lamia assassin plush from the floor. ]

Both our miseries mean nothing to the sheer cruelty of the universe. People are killed every day, young, old, for no reason whatsoever.