A simple remark in light of a complex situation. It seemed to not even register right away as Blue stared, rather engrossed in a great deal more than such light talk. Heavier things blotted it out. Dark things. Echoes of an anguish he can't (won't?) touch.
What was there to even say to that? To the things spoken and unspoken. Blue was truly stuck, feeling something close over and tightly squeeze his heart, stop his breath for seconds longer.
Overwhelmed, but he couldn't waste time with that. It wasn't about him – couldn't make it about him. Wouldn't.
But I have an inkling now... How it feels...
With effort, the strain was slowly washed off his features, driven back to the smaller, subtle signs. A brow furrowed, jaw tensing and relaxing, shoulders lifting and remaining with another held breath. Calm was forced over the distress. But he could do little but stare for the longest time, lest he open his mouth and pour out the things he knew better than to say. It wasn't about him, even if Koltira's words were.
"How long have you been here?" Each word was spoken with care, sounded short when he felt even the slightest of wavering.
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What was there to even say to that? To the things spoken and unspoken. Blue was truly stuck, feeling something close over and tightly squeeze his heart, stop his breath for seconds longer.
Overwhelmed, but he couldn't waste time with that. It wasn't about him – couldn't make it about him. Wouldn't.
But I have an inkling now... How it feels...
With effort, the strain was slowly washed off his features, driven back to the smaller, subtle signs. A brow furrowed, jaw tensing and relaxing, shoulders lifting and remaining with another held breath. Calm was forced over the distress. But he could do little but stare for the longest time, lest he open his mouth and pour out the things he knew better than to say. It wasn't about him, even if Koltira's words were.
"How long have you been here?" Each word was spoken with care, sounded short when he felt even the slightest of wavering.