there's something about the way his voice gets. it makes her heart ache - she's still glad it can do that much.
it's awful. she can't even imagine what it would be like to crawl out of the hells to see baldur's gate in ashes. home. to lose everything to people who didn't give a shit about how vibrant and loving the world you came from can be, people who are only concerned about what sort of weapons they can harvest. she thinks of the steel watchers, she thinks of gortash, and how it's similar. how the plan was to make the uncivilized kneel. just like this. wiping out love and life and family for power.
he's bent over his knees by the end of it, and carefully, she moves closer. warm, comforting, she wraps an arm around his shoulders, leaning into him.]
... Gods, I'm so sorry. [she says, quietly.] I'm really sorry. There's not words for it.
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there's something about the way his voice gets. it makes her heart ache - she's still glad it can do that much.
it's awful. she can't even imagine what it would be like to crawl out of the hells to see baldur's gate in ashes. home. to lose everything to people who didn't give a shit about how vibrant and loving the world you came from can be, people who are only concerned about what sort of weapons they can harvest. she thinks of the steel watchers, she thinks of gortash, and how it's similar. how the plan was to make the uncivilized kneel. just like this. wiping out love and life and family for power.
he's bent over his knees by the end of it, and carefully, she moves closer. warm, comforting, she wraps an arm around his shoulders, leaning into him.]
... Gods, I'm so sorry. [she says, quietly.] I'm really sorry. There's not words for it.