She didn't mean to make Nill cry, and for a moment she wonders if those tears will fall and reaches a hand forward. She pauses short, doesn't take a step forward to bridge the gap between them. What can she say? What can she do?
Can I hug you?
It's not just because Nill's in pain; it's because this is a shared pain. It's because Venus trails behind her a wake of broken bodies and hearts, all these people who never rose from each Arena. It's because each one has ripped a section out of her and replaced it with sorrow.
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She didn't mean to make Nill cry, and for a moment she wonders if those tears will fall and reaches a hand forward. She pauses short, doesn't take a step forward to bridge the gap between them. What can she say? What can she do?
Can I hug you?
It's not just because Nill's in pain; it's because this is a shared pain. It's because Venus trails behind her a wake of broken bodies and hearts, all these people who never rose from each Arena. It's because each one has ripped a section out of her and replaced it with sorrow.