( the things he's allowed to hear — the way in which they play out, in a sense, within his mind's eye... he's not entirely sure what he had expected with this. it's jarring and very brutal in ways he hasn't fully done himself, but it's not enough to make him pull away — to label kol the monster that he believes himself to be. how can he, when he's done his own share of murder and ravaging of others?
the brutality of such things read, it's the pain which he can almost feel himself from the other that has him staring to kol — to the way he turns away from him and shares his deep grief of knowing far too well what it is like to feel this. to have lived this. to still carry it with you in some capacity even so many years later.
for a moment, silence. he needs it and he feels maybe kol does, too. it's only after a breeze brushes so very gently across a cold, pale cheek, that he looks over then, gaze soft, and reaches out — hesitating at first — to gently place a hand on kol's shoulder. )
I'm sorry.
( voice soft and yet so very genuine in the empathy he feels for him. )
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the brutality of such things read, it's the pain which he can almost feel himself from the other that has him staring to kol — to the way he turns away from him and shares his deep grief of knowing far too well what it is like to feel this. to have lived this. to still carry it with you in some capacity even so many years later.
for a moment, silence. he needs it and he feels maybe kol does, too. it's only after a breeze brushes so very gently across a cold, pale cheek, that he looks over then, gaze soft, and reaches out — hesitating at first — to gently place a hand on kol's shoulder. )
I'm sorry.
( voice soft and yet so very genuine in the empathy he feels for him. )