[It takes a moment for him to answer-- he's always been taught how to suppress things, never really learned how to talk about them.]
I didn't even really know him or anything. It just-- feels all wrong.
[There's too much. It shouldn't be this way, he shouldn't have to deal with it. This should have been something so much easier to get over, and it leaves him uneasy-- if it hurt that way for someone he wasn't even friends with, what would it be like for someone who was?]
He knew what the boy was speaking of, but hearing it in his words helped. There was no truly grateful way to weather this loss, but he thinks it is- not worse, the pain was the same for all of them- but more confusing, more incomprehensible for those who kept their minds and their hearts close. They protected themselves that way, and to find it didn't help, that their careful barriers meant nothing to this was hard. It could make them fearful. Angry. It was their right.]
You don't.
[The step Prince takes towards him is carefully measured.]
It is a pain you didn't ask for, but it is yours now. It is a reminder of the only thing you have left to fight for but your own life. [Prince's hand raises, it is an unintentional thing, the way it comes to resf near the center of his chest] They are wounded, too.
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I didn't even really know him or anything. It just-- feels all wrong.
[There's too much. It shouldn't be this way, he shouldn't have to deal with it. This should have been something so much easier to get over, and it leaves him uneasy-- if it hurt that way for someone he wasn't even friends with, what would it be like for someone who was?]
-how do you make it stop.
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He knew what the boy was speaking of, but hearing it in his words helped. There was no truly grateful way to weather this loss, but he thinks it is- not worse, the pain was the same for all of them- but more confusing, more incomprehensible for those who kept their minds and their hearts close. They protected themselves that way, and to find it didn't help, that their careful barriers meant nothing to this was hard. It could make them fearful. Angry. It was their right.]
You don't.
[The step Prince takes towards him is carefully measured.]
It is a pain you didn't ask for, but it is yours now. It is a reminder of the only thing you have left to fight for but your own life. [Prince's hand raises, it is an unintentional thing, the way it comes to resf near the center of his chest] They are wounded, too.