[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.]
[Ah Sorrow. That's just what Faith would say.] We're not so different, then.
[Not the same, but not so different. Her sadness over the atrocities committed by a monster led her to fight. There was no time for her to feel sorry for herself, to wallow in what she'd done in ignorance. Her team had needed her, and she'd needed them. She'd had to choose action, for everyone's sake, and she'd chosen it with conviction.]
Course I'll remember. [In the face of his stern gaze, she smiles. He does it for the others, not for him. That's beautiful.]
I should get going. Thanks for the chat. Erm-- don't suppose you'd like a hug?
[Because she suddenly really wants to give him one.]
[He doesn't know what she's been through, but through her sorrow, he can catch glimpses of it. That's enough for him to know that there are at least some similarities.
At the offer, however, Sorrow stiffens. His expression pinches in a little and he shakes his head once, surprised and clearly disapproving.]
[She almost laughs at how he reacts -- it's cute, and she's willing to bet he's never been asked before -- but she reins in the impulse. He's been good enough to talk to her. She won't ruin that for a quick laugh.]
Thought so, s'why I asked first. [She gives him a small smile, and nods.] Thanks for comin' to talk to me in person. Won't forget this.
[Then she waves, her smile a bit wider, and heads off. She means it -- she won't forget all he told her, and she won't blame him or the others for what they have to do to survive.]
[Sorrow offers her a curt nod as she leaves. If Faith chooses to try and look back toward him, she'd find that he'd disappeared, just as quickly as he'd shown himself earlier.]
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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.]
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[Not the same, but not so different. Her sadness over the atrocities committed by a monster led her to fight. There was no time for her to feel sorry for herself, to wallow in what she'd done in ignorance. Her team had needed her, and she'd needed them. She'd had to choose action, for everyone's sake, and she'd chosen it with conviction.]
Course I'll remember. [In the face of his stern gaze, she smiles. He does it for the others, not for him. That's beautiful.]
I should get going. Thanks for the chat. Erm-- don't suppose you'd like a hug?
[Because she suddenly really wants to give him one.]
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[He doesn't know what she's been through, but through her sorrow, he can catch glimpses of it. That's enough for him to know that there are at least some similarities.
At the offer, however, Sorrow stiffens. His expression pinches in a little and he shakes his head once, surprised and clearly disapproving.]
I would not. Your offer is noted.
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Thought so, s'why I asked first. [She gives him a small smile, and nods.] Thanks for comin' to talk to me in person. Won't forget this.
[Then she waves, her smile a bit wider, and heads off. She means it -- she won't forget all he told her, and she won't blame him or the others for what they have to do to survive.]
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[Sorrow offers her a curt nod as she leaves. If Faith chooses to try and look back toward him, she'd find that he'd disappeared, just as quickly as he'd shown himself earlier.]