[ he takes his hand! rondo's are warm through his gloves - he just naturally radiates the hearth of the sacred flame even without it, and he comes to sit right next to him, curling his other hand over top of mathis'. ]
I'm so sorry.
[ softly, genuinely - he knows how much it must have hurt. anyone could see how close he and nona had gotten. ]
[ that's the hardest part. there was nothing - one second the barrier was pushed down and the next, rondo turned around and vin was going to nona. there's a lump in his throat, too, and he leans into mathis, squeezing his hand tightly between his own too.
there's no comfort in the alternative - tomorrow's ritual, or maybe even continuing to kill, influenced by whatever monster that was possessing her, either. it's just all the senseless violence of this situation they've all found themselves in. ] I know, I wish - I wish it could've been different.
No. She didn't, and - it wasn't even her fault. [ it's one of those things that feels like a horrible, hollow comfort, though he'd never voice that out loud. it feels selfish to even think so, but... to know that the people you love and care for aren't acting on that murderous instinct, aren't acting because they wanted some incentive in a swamp (aren't acting because they felt the world needed to be destroyed, and their ideals had changed, no matter how virtuous they were before - )
he sucks in a breath and squeezes his hand a little tighter. ]
Miss Nona was always so kind to me. She... she was a really good person - she shone like a light.
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[ this is really turning into a routine, huh ]
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[he manages a little nod, at least, and after a moment, holds out a hand.]
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I'm so sorry.
[ softly, genuinely - he knows how much it must have hurt. anyone could see how close he and nona had gotten. ]
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[his voice is choked, as he holds tight to rondo's hand.
it all happened so fast.]
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[ that's the hardest part. there was nothing - one second the barrier was pushed down and the next, rondo turned around and vin was going to nona. there's a lump in his throat, too, and he leans into mathis, squeezing his hand tightly between his own too.
there's no comfort in the alternative - tomorrow's ritual, or maybe even continuing to kill, influenced by whatever monster that was possessing her, either. it's just all the senseless violence of this situation they've all found themselves in. ] I know, I wish - I wish it could've been different.
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[none of them did, really, but-- that just makes all of it worse.]
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No. She didn't, and - it wasn't even her fault. [ it's one of those things that feels like a horrible, hollow comfort, though he'd never voice that out loud. it feels selfish to even think so, but... to know that the people you love and care for aren't acting on that murderous instinct, aren't acting because they wanted some incentive in a swamp (aren't acting because they felt the world needed to be destroyed, and their ideals had changed, no matter how virtuous they were before - )
he sucks in a breath and squeezes his hand a little tighter. ]
Miss Nona was always so kind to me. She... she was a really good person - she shone like a light.