[He isn't quite sure how to answer her question at first, and his brows furrow slightly in response, before he shakes his head once. It's not that he isn't sad- sorrow is a part of him- but rather, that he's never had the luxury of letting it consume him. Sorrow may not have an abundance of hope, but he is intent on moving forward, forever, running if he can, walking if he can't, and crawling if he's struck down.]
It makes me want to fix it. [Which is really, the long and short of it. If Sorrow had given into despair, then this whole thing would have been over a long time ago. It's sad- he's devastated, but there's no time for that, and there won't be time for a good while yet, so he moves on.
There's a pause, before he meets her eyes again, firm and uncompromising.]
Everything I do is for their survival. I would ask that you remember that.
[She's right about one thing- it's not exactly their fault, how they get their power. It's simply what they are, and what they need to do to survive. The more of the humans who realize that, the better.]
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It makes me want to fix it. [Which is really, the long and short of it. If Sorrow had given into despair, then this whole thing would have been over a long time ago. It's sad- he's devastated, but there's no time for that, and there won't be time for a good while yet, so he moves on.
There's a pause, before he meets her eyes again, firm and uncompromising.]
Everything I do is for their survival. I would ask that you remember that.
[She's right about one thing- it's not exactly their fault, how they get their power. It's simply what they are, and what they need to do to survive. The more of the humans who realize that, the better.]