( He shows her, in increments: how to right her hands and the back of the child and incline both. How to whisper reassurance in the babe's ear. )
A strange habit.
( Startling, mercenary, wrong. Corrupted and perverted in how it contorts those who bow their heads to it and offer their own hurt as sacrifice. He cannot imagine what satisfaction knowledge of another's suffering perpetuates. But this is not his land, these are not his people. He cannot judge without knowing. )
Your loss. My — ( Condolences, only, he did not know the victim. A friend, perhaps. Blood. A champion. He only heard the ashes of her story, the scant lingered breaths. ) Apologies.
( And did he slay this Hedwig? Take iron to their neck? Wire to bone, qi to distort their magic? No. All the same, the world is a sea, and each crashed wave ripples.
YOU GONNA HIT ME WITH HEDWIG GIRL???
( He shows her, in increments: how to right her hands and the back of the child and incline both. How to whisper reassurance in the babe's ear. )
A strange habit.
( Startling, mercenary, wrong. Corrupted and perverted in how it contorts those who bow their heads to it and offer their own hurt as sacrifice. He cannot imagine what satisfaction knowledge of another's suffering perpetuates. But this is not his land, these are not his people. He cannot judge without knowing. )
Your loss. My — ( Condolences, only, he did not know the victim. A friend, perhaps. Blood. A champion. He only heard the ashes of her story, the scant lingered breaths. ) Apologies.
( And did he slay this Hedwig? Take iron to their neck? Wire to bone, qi to distort their magic? No. All the same, the world is a sea, and each crashed wave ripples.
The loss of one is the loss of countless. )