[ As he turns his gaze towards the city, Pyra watches his profile steadily, her expression not changing.
Heavy. What he says is heavy, the words weighted with something not just sorrow, but the immense, nigh immeasurable anchor of loss. Perhaps he's crossed many lines, despite good intentions. Perhaps his lack of redemption comes from misplaced guilt. Either way, there's no going back to him, not to his world, and not to the past. Regrets will forever remain shackles, yet...
He apologies to her, as if he has something for which to apologize. She offers a smile, even if he may not see it, but it fades quickly as his words coming to mind. "Once someone gets hurt, like real hurt,"--....
Between them, her thumb brushes over his. Carefully, she encourages: ] ....I have the feeling that... Tonight, you're the one who is hurt. Or who has been hurt.
[ -- And to the extent where that 'mask' has slipped. ]
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Heavy. What he says is heavy, the words weighted with something not just sorrow, but the immense, nigh immeasurable anchor of loss. Perhaps he's crossed many lines, despite good intentions. Perhaps his lack of redemption comes from misplaced guilt. Either way, there's no going back to him, not to his world, and not to the past. Regrets will forever remain shackles, yet...
He apologies to her, as if he has something for which to apologize. She offers a smile, even if he may not see it, but it fades quickly as his words coming to mind. "Once someone gets hurt, like real hurt,"--....
Between them, her thumb brushes over his. Carefully, she encourages: ] ....I have the feeling that... Tonight, you're the one who is hurt. Or who has been hurt.
[ -- And to the extent where that 'mask' has slipped. ]