[ temenos looks - well, relieved, at first, when he finally finds saya, his shoulders slumping just a touch. as soon as he heard the news, saya was the first person on his mind, and he drops down to one knee, already reaching to gently unbuckle his cloak. and just like the first week, he unravels from it and moves to put it around her shoulders, if she'll let him. ]
[ he won't say the cynical thing, even if it's on the back of his mind. sometimes, people justify their choices. sometimes, people see someone with blood on their hands, and consider them a target. there was a chance this would happen from the saturday after yae's death, but for someone to take it immediately after the nightmare of saturday was...
... well. saya's miserable expression says enough. he gently clicks the clasp of his cloak tight and pulls it so its warm, then reaches to nudge at her face too, cleaning away any remaining tears. ]
I am sorry for your loss. [ quieter. ] ...And while I so often hesitate to promise, tomorrow, we shall bring the truth to light.
[a little nod. she can't quite manage a smile right now, but.]
... Thanks, Temenos. [...] I don't care if it ends up being someone I liked. Or... if they had another reason for choosing him. I'm going to make them hurt.
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[ temenos looks - well, relieved, at first, when he finally finds saya, his shoulders slumping just a touch. as soon as he heard the news, saya was the first person on his mind, and he drops down to one knee, already reaching to gently unbuckle his cloak. and just like the first week, he unravels from it and moves to put it around her shoulders, if she'll let him. ]
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[she will allow it! she rubs at her face, miserable.]
Wasn't Whisper enough?
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[ he won't say the cynical thing, even if it's on the back of his mind. sometimes, people justify their choices. sometimes, people see someone with blood on their hands, and consider them a target. there was a chance this would happen from the saturday after yae's death, but for someone to take it immediately after the nightmare of saturday was...
... well. saya's miserable expression says enough. he gently clicks the clasp of his cloak tight and pulls it so its warm, then reaches to nudge at her face too, cleaning away any remaining tears. ]
I am sorry for your loss. [ quieter. ] ...And while I so often hesitate to promise, tomorrow, we shall bring the truth to light.
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... Thanks, Temenos. [...] I don't care if it ends up being someone I liked. Or... if they had another reason for choosing him. I'm going to make them hurt.