[Clarke nods after a moment. Somehow, her words had been less about making him feel better, and more about what felt necessary to her at the time. She knows that he isn't the type to take it personally. She just also hates putting burdens on other people. Taking it away is easy, a habit that slips in even when she has a hard time formulating words.
She inhales deeply and exhales, trying to gather her bearings.]
Thank you. [For a lot. For bringing her food. Her hand reaches up to cover his on her shoulder, fingers squeezing around it. Her chest ignites as he can feel her emotions: grief, pain, sadness, and a well of guilt and depression. Very little that's good. But cutting through it is a sense of gratefulness and relief. She's fond of him, too, even if her way of showing it isn't as readily available for him right now.]
[ in essence, he feels like this is partly what he's there for. in so many ways he witnessed the unraveling of his own team members as they navigated their losses, and their trauma. it makes him more steady in the face of it.
there's no flinching when she touches him, but he allows the feelings to flow, even if they're overwhelming. the corners of his lips turn down a little out of concern. while he's quiet, his own emotions are more intense than he seems to come off. ]
Do you want to talk about it?
[ because despite all his jobs, he doesn't have anywhere to be! right! ]
No. [Not for any reason that he can feel beyond the pain it brings her. What is she supposed to say? She supposed she can tell him the truth. That's enough to explain it. But it still feels like she owes him the truth, rather than she wants to tell him the truth.]
My mother died. [She tells him anyway.] I haven't lived it, but I couldn't stop it. It's going to take some time. [Staccato, as if she's trying to get the words out bit by bit.]
if she didn't live it, then someone must have told her. that means that she may have this knowledge, and then have to go back and live it again. ]
That's ... [ a little shake of his head. ] Sorry. It must be hard to have that knowledge, without being able to remember it.
[ but I couldn't stop it. ]
We'll take good care of Red Wings, so take all the time you need to. If you need me, you can message me.
[ a pause. ]
Even if it's something that feels trivial.
[ this is what being together was about, wasn't it? something that he had told her in the simulation. it's something that he'll hold on to—that this kind of suffering doesn't have to be done alone. ]
Thank you for dropping by. [It's hard to gather up the ability to forge on with the niceties. She wants nothing more than to be able to curl up and sob to herself, remembering her mother as much as possible.
Clarke isn't even certain she'll see her again. And even if she does, how long will she have her until she dies?]
My mother ... she was important to Murphy and Bellamy, too. [That's all she has to add. She assumes that Ren will understand: a load off will help them, too.]
[ when Haru's dad had died she was gone for days trying to make arrangements, grieving over something that she could have possibly done to harm him. ultimately it hadn't been them, but the circumstances had matched up enough to the Phantom Thieves that the guilt was still fresh.
there's a little shake of his head. ]
We take care of each other. I meant that.
[ when he said it in the sim, and he means to act on it whenever he can. ]
No. [It's hard to express what it means for him to be here, to help both her and her people. They don't have house calls in her world, or people who can show up to help temporarily. Things are rationed and strictly controlled. Even on the ground, it was no different.
They did what they had to in order to survive.]
I'll let you know if anything else comes up. I promise. [They aren't words said lightly, so it seems like Clarke believes, at least, that she would ask.]
everyone deals with loss in their own way, and he won't infringe on Clake's time if she needs to grieve. his job here is done: he showed her that she has others in this, and he offered his help. when she says that, he takes that as his time to leave.
he gives her arm another squeeze before he heads out the door, most likely heading to Red Wings or somewhere else for a full day of work. ]
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If you need to cry, it's okay.
[ the last thing she needs is him feeling bad about her expressing her own emotions. he digs into his pocket for a handkerchief to hand her. ]
It doesn't bother me.
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She inhales deeply and exhales, trying to gather her bearings.]
Thank you. [For a lot. For bringing her food. Her hand reaches up to cover his on her shoulder, fingers squeezing around it. Her chest ignites as he can feel her emotions: grief, pain, sadness, and a well of guilt and depression. Very little that's good. But cutting through it is a sense of gratefulness and relief. She's fond of him, too, even if her way of showing it isn't as readily available for him right now.]
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there's no flinching when she touches him, but he allows the feelings to flow, even if they're overwhelming. the corners of his lips turn down a little out of concern. while he's quiet, his own emotions are more intense than he seems to come off. ]
Do you want to talk about it?
[ because despite all his jobs, he doesn't have anywhere to be! right! ]
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My mother died. [She tells him anyway.] I haven't lived it, but I couldn't stop it. It's going to take some time. [Staccato, as if she's trying to get the words out bit by bit.]
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if she didn't live it, then someone must have told her. that means that she may have this knowledge, and then have to go back and live it again. ]
That's ... [ a little shake of his head. ] Sorry. It must be hard to have that knowledge, without being able to remember it.
[ but I couldn't stop it. ]
We'll take good care of Red Wings, so take all the time you need to. If you need me, you can message me.
[ a pause. ]
Even if it's something that feels trivial.
[ this is what being together was about, wasn't it? something that he had told her in the simulation. it's something that he'll hold on to—that this kind of suffering doesn't have to be done alone. ]
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Clarke isn't even certain she'll see her again. And even if she does, how long will she have her until she dies?]
My mother ... she was important to Murphy and Bellamy, too. [That's all she has to add. She assumes that Ren will understand: a load off will help them, too.]
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there's a little shake of his head. ]
We take care of each other. I meant that.
[ when he said it in the sim, and he means to act on it whenever he can. ]
Do you need anything else?
[ while he's here. ]
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They did what they had to in order to survive.]
I'll let you know if anything else comes up. I promise. [They aren't words said lightly, so it seems like Clarke believes, at least, that she would ask.]
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everyone deals with loss in their own way, and he won't infringe on Clake's time if she needs to grieve. his job here is done: he showed her that she has others in this, and he offered his help. when she says that, he takes that as his time to leave.
he gives her arm another squeeze before he heads out the door, most likely heading to Red Wings or somewhere else for a full day of work. ]