He sits, for a moment, still--but she allowed it once, so he reaches out and gently squeezes her arm again.]
No. [He agrees.] But there's a chance the doctors can reverse the damage, and she'll be looked after until she's grown either way. And we have... professionals, in my world, who help with... learning to cope.
she doesn't pull away when he squeezes her arm. just exhales slow, and that sadness, the sorrow that sits deep in her bones and stays, like a chronic pain, gets a little worse, feels a little more sharp. she doesn't seem to notice it, or at the very least, it seems normal to her.]
[This time, he'll leave it there, loose enough for her to pull away when she wants. The shifts in her emotions concern him a little, but he suspects calling attention to them wouldn't help--at least for now.]
I try. It's something I learned years ago, from my senior. [He tips his head back, his tone turning slightly nostalgic.] He said, "To children, the world is black and white, while adults can see a gray zone. But in our world, there's a lot more darkness. Not only because of the crimes we face, but because the limits of our abilities. The pain can be unbearable, so you have to find a way to keep yourself from being swallowed up by the darkness."
[He tilts his head slightly, considering.]
I carry regrets, just like anyone. There are people I couldn't save in time. Tragedies that could've been avoided, but weren't. Sometimes it's hard not to judge people--bad people can be victims, and good people can hurt others. [Shades of gray in the darkness.] So... I just try to bring more light into the world however I can.
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He sits, for a moment, still--but she allowed it once, so he reaches out and gently squeezes her arm again.]
No. [He agrees.] But there's a chance the doctors can reverse the damage, and she'll be looked after until she's grown either way. And we have... professionals, in my world, who help with... learning to cope.
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she doesn't pull away when he squeezes her arm. just exhales slow, and that sadness, the sorrow that sits deep in her bones and stays, like a chronic pain, gets a little worse, feels a little more sharp. she doesn't seem to notice it, or at the very least, it seems normal to her.]
You really do carry a lot of hope.
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I try. It's something I learned years ago, from my senior. [He tips his head back, his tone turning slightly nostalgic.] He said, "To children, the world is black and white, while adults can see a gray zone. But in our world, there's a lot more darkness. Not only because of the crimes we face, but because the limits of our abilities. The pain can be unbearable, so you have to find a way to keep yourself from being swallowed up by the darkness."
[He tilts his head slightly, considering.]
I carry regrets, just like anyone. There are people I couldn't save in time. Tragedies that could've been avoided, but weren't. Sometimes it's hard not to judge people--bad people can be victims, and good people can hurt others. [Shades of gray in the darkness.] So... I just try to bring more light into the world however I can.