"You fucking want to explain that?" he asked, the bite definitely lacking in his response despite the bitter vitriol the words should have implied. "Fuck... I'm sorry. Death was something he hadn't really ever built up a tolerance against. Where he was from, nobody died. They got merged, integrated, bettered. They got a pass to the other side where life went on, albeit sheltered and secretive. He had never had to consider the idea of a stillborn life. How did he mourn something that he had banked so much love on when it hadn't truly come to be a reality yet?
"How should we mourn?" He asked, more quietly, more in the spirit of actually getting anywhere with their afternoon, even if he sounded distinctly hurt and therefore timid.
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21/5/14 04:04 (UTC)"How should we mourn?" He asked, more quietly, more in the spirit of actually getting anywhere with their afternoon, even if he sounded distinctly hurt and therefore timid.