[That damp feeling, the ice crawling around Cilan's arms, they suddenly become heavier the more he listens to Red's words, and despite the hug, Cilan can't seem to get his arms to lift up to return the hug from the weight of it.
It's a nice idea, a wonderful one really that makes him happy to imagine, but there's a selfish train of thought circling his mind that says he doesn't want "maybe" or "some day", he wants her to be back now, he wants to talk to Sonia again, he wants...
... And then the odd color that had been surrounding Cilan a moment ago changes to a stormier looking color and carries a slight rumble of thunder in the air.]
Don't... you don't have anything to apologize for, Red.
[People come and go from here all the time. Sonia's not the first he's had to feel grief over not being able to see here anymore, she likely won't be the last.]
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It's a nice idea, a wonderful one really that makes him happy to imagine, but there's a selfish train of thought circling his mind that says he doesn't want "maybe" or "some day", he wants her to be back now, he wants to talk to Sonia again, he wants...
... And then the odd color that had been surrounding Cilan a moment ago changes to a stormier looking color and carries a slight rumble of thunder in the air.]
Don't... you don't have anything to apologize for, Red.
[People come and go from here all the time. Sonia's not the first he's had to feel grief over not being able to see here anymore, she likely won't be the last.]