[He corrects quietly, watching as Danse wrestles with his many emotions. There's pain there, he can feel it, but also rage, which doesn't really help him at all. No matter- he's already gotten what he wanted and the rest of this conversation would be irrelevant.
Still, it gives Sorrow a little pause, and his eyes flick downward for a moment in consideration.]
I have priorities. I cannot pour my heart into every sadness that comes my way. Your kind does not work the same way that we do- I wouldn't expect you to understand.
[But...]
Your contribution is valued. I have given you what you wanted. Is that not enough?
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[He corrects quietly, watching as Danse wrestles with his many emotions. There's pain there, he can feel it, but also rage, which doesn't really help him at all. No matter- he's already gotten what he wanted and the rest of this conversation would be irrelevant.
Still, it gives Sorrow a little pause, and his eyes flick downward for a moment in consideration.]
I have priorities. I cannot pour my heart into every sadness that comes my way. Your kind does not work the same way that we do- I wouldn't expect you to understand.
[But...]
Your contribution is valued. I have given you what you wanted. Is that not enough?