[poor thing. she will hand him her hankie - it has a pâté embroidered on it. also there is some spiderweb on there. sorry. it's the thought that counts.]
[ HELP listen its fine he's still covered in spider webbing he has not moved since they found the body.
something about this - it's just so sweet and genuine - makes his face crumple again, and he hiccups, taking the handkerchief and gripping onto it tightly for a moment. these kind of little gestures matter to rondo so much, and it touches him, the emotion rippling across his face as he takes it to wipe mechanically at his eyes. ] Th... thank you.
[ polite even still. for a long moment, he just holds the handkerchief to his eyes. ]
I... we always... we always spend our Thursdays together. That was the first time that...
That...that I was happy, that she trusted me with her... with her secrets. That I finished the book she picked out for me. That... I was... I was really excited to - we were going to take all the books that we borrowed and, and make a library back in the village, together, for everyone to enjoy. That I was really excited to do that. I...
[ by way of explanation - it's wet and his voice cracks, but like so many other things in rondo's life, it's so honest. she's right. it's good to talk about it, and the words flow, as he rubs at his eyes. ]
... I wanted to tell her that ... that I - that I really liked her. I really liked her so much, Miss Laudna.
[ he folds the handkerchief over in his fingers, sniffling hard, and just nods. it's such a reminder - it always is like this. the people in your life who you care for, who you love, can be snatched away at any second. there's never any chance for goodbye. (but would it be any better, if there were? maybe that's why you have to be open, maybe that's why you have to tell people you love them when you can.)
quiet falls for a moment, and he looks at the ground. ]
...I know... I know no one would want to hurt her. I know it's the monsters. It just... it just means we have to find whoever did it, tomorrow. They must be hurting, too.
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Oh, dear. How awful. I'm so very sorry.
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something about this - it's just so sweet and genuine - makes his face crumple again, and he hiccups, taking the handkerchief and gripping onto it tightly for a moment. these kind of little gestures matter to rondo so much, and it touches him, the emotion rippling across his face as he takes it to wipe mechanically at his eyes. ] Th... thank you.
[ polite even still. for a long moment, he just holds the handkerchief to his eyes. ]
I... we always... we always spend our Thursdays together. That was the first time that...
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[she will go and sit, then.]
Did you ever find out who she was with? Kate said she wasn't in the forest.
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N...no. No, I... I haven't ... [ dabbing at his eyes again with the handkerchief. ] ... I've been here since... I haven't talked to anyone.
[ he has not moved since the investigation ended. ] We were going... going to read together in the library.
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[even if they all got flung everywhere.]
Poor Marina. She didn't deserve this.
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No... no one ever does. [ this place is just awful. it takes, and it takes. ] I still... I still had so much I wanted to tell her.
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...Such as?
[maybe it's just good to say what you lost.]
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[ by way of explanation - it's wet and his voice cracks, but like so many other things in rondo's life, it's so honest. she's right. it's good to talk about it, and the words flow, as he rubs at his eyes. ]
... I wanted to tell her that ... that I - that I really liked her. I really liked her so much, Miss Laudna.
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[a very practical girl, but not a cold one by any means. she would have known.]
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quiet falls for a moment, and he looks at the ground. ]
...I know... I know no one would want to hurt her. I know it's the monsters. It just... it just means we have to find whoever did it, tomorrow. They must be hurting, too.