[Sorrow nods once as Nick steps back, continuing to eye him for some time afterward. There isn't much to say, though the air is thick with what's left unsaid. After a few tense moments, his gaze cuts back to the weapon on the floor, and he moves forward slowly to pick it up, crossing half the length of the room to do so.
It feels so light in his hands. Not quite weightless, but not as heavy as he would have thought. Sorrow turns the device over in his hands for a moment, studying it as one would study a bomb, before he finally looks back up toward Nick, as if remembering just then that he was there at all.]
Thank you.
[It's sincere. Sorrow isn't one for pleasantries, but he means this.]
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It feels so light in his hands. Not quite weightless, but not as heavy as he would have thought. Sorrow turns the device over in his hands for a moment, studying it as one would study a bomb, before he finally looks back up toward Nick, as if remembering just then that he was there at all.]
Thank you.
[It's sincere. Sorrow isn't one for pleasantries, but he means this.]