[Why is it then, he wonders, that it's always the good and kind, the innocent and uninvolved, who end up suffering so much?
He sighs, hands balling into loose fists that rest at his knees as he tries for a moment to find the right way to word it. He gives up on that endeavor quickly; there is no way to say this that will make the contents of it any more bearable.]
—The first thing I saw took place in some sort of alley. You were holding your sister and crying. She wanted you to leave the demon hunters - said that you were working hard, but that it would be enough for her if you found happiness and lived until you were old.
[There's a smile, then - reflexive. An upward quirk without any of the humor.]
But how could anyone possibly live a normal life after losing their sister in such a cruel, senseless way?
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He sighs, hands balling into loose fists that rest at his knees as he tries for a moment to find the right way to word it. He gives up on that endeavor quickly; there is no way to say this that will make the contents of it any more bearable.]
—The first thing I saw took place in some sort of alley. You were holding your sister and crying. She wanted you to leave the demon hunters - said that you were working hard, but that it would be enough for her if you found happiness and lived until you were old.
[There's a smile, then - reflexive. An upward quirk without any of the humor.]
But how could anyone possibly live a normal life after losing their sister in such a cruel, senseless way?