[ 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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[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.