Another sob, and her arms cling to him as she buries her face into his shirt, just crying for a while. "It's not... not about fair... Everybody..." Shaky breath. "But he was... He created everything. Somehow... he's not supposed to be gone."
"Ah, kiddo..." His shirt's going to get soaked and snotty. Worse things have happened. "He's not gone. He's just kinda got a bit of a problem in the living body department."
Chokes, sobs again. "He's..." Sniffle. "A rather permanent... problem." Another shaking breath. Then out in a small explosion, "I can't make it better it's never going to be right again, it's all... different."
"It's always different. You know that. 's what life is." But he says it gently, stroking her hair. "Life's comings and goings, beginnings and ends. What he did an what he was ain't going away. Eventually, we'll all catch up to the rest."
Quietly, "a little." It's different, it's very, very different indeed, but explaining it won't make it better. Not when it's a thousand time worse than Azash, or when the Bhelliom sent away. It's just... wrong to the core of her being, and that's ... deep.
Instead, she just curls up against him more, fists balling a little with some of his shirt, and she cries quietly. "I'm... sorry. We don't deal well with changes. At all."
Another time, another place, she might have even smiled, that he called her 'sweetie'. Considering how mistrustful he was of little girls not that long ago.
Right now, she's just grateful. And sort of... hiccup-y. (At least the world should be grateful she's grieving like this, instead of, say, conjuring up a snowstorm in summer? For now?)
Quietly, "it's more than nothing. You... see." Understanding would be a complicated issue, and he probably gets closer to it than most, but still.
"Yeah." Even if he feels a little odd about it, like he should be able to do more, or like he maybe doesn't know why he's even doing this. His mind still hasn't quite reconciled the little girl without to the goddess within.
So. Just holding, petting. That kind of thing. His situation's more than a little different; he isn't sure how to empathize. But he can try.
That's all right, there are gods who haven't managed to reconcile the little girl without with the goddess within. That's part of the reason why she does it that way - and he SHOULD know she does like him, because she does the slightly older-looking thing most of the time with him.
Except right now, games and pleasing and all sorts of other things aren't that important. She just feels lost and small and vulnerable, no matter how powerful she might BE. So hugs, hugs are good. Just having somebody there is good.
In a while, the random sobs and hiccups tone down, mostly because all a world and that world's prayers nagging at one's mind will eventually distract anybody, rather than exhaustion. Slowly, she raises her head, eyes still wet with tears. "It will be a sad time for a while. Maybe a long, long while."
"Always is." Every time someone close dies it is. He allows himself one brief moment to think about what will happen when one specific person dies, then shuts that line of thought down. He tries not to think about that, most of the time.
And he thinks about telling her that it'll get better, but it never feels like that at the time, so he doesn't.
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Instead, she just curls up against him more, fists balling a little with some of his shirt, and she cries quietly. "I'm... sorry. We don't deal well with changes. At all."
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Right now, she's just grateful. And sort of... hiccup-y. (At least the world should be grateful she's grieving like this, instead of, say, conjuring up a snowstorm in summer? For now?)
Quietly, "it's more than nothing. You... see." Understanding would be a complicated issue, and he probably gets closer to it than most, but still.
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So. Just holding, petting. That kind of thing. His situation's more than a little different; he isn't sure how to empathize. But he can try.
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Except right now, games and pleasing and all sorts of other things aren't that important. She just feels lost and small and vulnerable, no matter how powerful she might BE. So hugs, hugs are good. Just having somebody there is good.
In a while, the random sobs and hiccups tone down, mostly because all a world and that world's prayers nagging at one's mind will eventually distract anybody, rather than exhaustion. Slowly, she raises her head, eyes still wet with tears. "It will be a sad time for a while. Maybe a long, long while."
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And he thinks about telling her that it'll get better, but it never feels like that at the time, so he doesn't.
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