I'm sorry. You should've been given that, at least...
[ His voice keeps his voice neutral instead of quiets the tone. He lets his eyes drift down before drawing to look around the room. Verso gives her the time she needs to do what she needs to be without someone "scrutinizing" her expressions.
They weren't able to say goodbye before and given the chance to let them have that much before the end, it was taken out of their hands. In the case of Alicia, he didn't want her to go through that once more. She wouldn't be ready. He gave what he could to let her take a small step, but forcing her to say goodbye a second time when she was there at the end? Too cruel.
But Clea's different; Renoir should have known she was different. ]
I don't think you'd want to be in my afterlife. [ A very faint smile. ] So let's assume we're both alive. There's too much of me for someone else to recreate.
[ He decides to put it that way than explain the state that Aline was at the top of the Monolith. A slow blink as his chin drops; the faint smile fades but he does finally draw his gaze back to look at her.
It's another blink as he does what he hadn't before -- he studies her expression, her posture, everything. His shoulders drop as he breathes out slowly. He doesn't think that he'll ever escape from wanting to be erased, but --
-- he smiles. ]
She cares about you more than you think. [ It's what he says. Grief can be a selfish thing at times. But Aline gave him enough to see Clea. If she didn't, perhaps, he would've responded differently. ]
That said... it seems you're stuck with me. [ His smile widens as he shifts the mood with tone and posture. He knows better than to comfort her with memories that aren't his. Verso might've made a joke about how painful it is that Papa's favorite thinks he isn't as fond of her as he is. But he can't; he won't. ]
I'll try not to be too much of a burden. [ In the big ways. In the little ways. In the ways that hurt so quietly and painfully neither one of them are sure what to do. ] But I can't promise much, I'm afraid.
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[ His voice keeps his voice neutral instead of quiets the tone. He lets his eyes drift down before drawing to look around the room. Verso gives her the time she needs to do what she needs to be without someone "scrutinizing" her expressions.
They weren't able to say goodbye before and given the chance to let them have that much before the end, it was taken out of their hands. In the case of Alicia, he didn't want her to go through that once more. She wouldn't be ready. He gave what he could to let her take a small step, but forcing her to say goodbye a second time when she was there at the end? Too cruel.
But Clea's different; Renoir should have known she was different. ]
I don't think you'd want to be in my afterlife. [ A very faint smile. ] So let's assume we're both alive. There's too much of me for someone else to recreate.
[ He decides to put it that way than explain the state that Aline was at the top of the Monolith. A slow blink as his chin drops; the faint smile fades but he does finally draw his gaze back to look at her.
It's another blink as he does what he hadn't before -- he studies her expression, her posture, everything. His shoulders drop as he breathes out slowly. He doesn't think that he'll ever escape from wanting to be erased, but --
-- he smiles. ]
She cares about you more than you think. [ It's what he says. Grief can be a selfish thing at times. But Aline gave him enough to see Clea. If she didn't, perhaps, he would've responded differently. ]
That said... it seems you're stuck with me. [ His smile widens as he shifts the mood with tone and posture. He knows better than to comfort her with memories that aren't his. Verso might've made a joke about how painful it is that Papa's favorite thinks he isn't as fond of her as he is. But he can't; he won't. ]
I'll try not to be too much of a burden. [ In the big ways. In the little ways. In the ways that hurt so quietly and painfully neither one of them are sure what to do. ] But I can't promise much, I'm afraid.