[She's getting all wrapped up in him, all kinds of upset and all kinds of unwilling to deal with death and death and death and yes, he's seen it too, more than he cares to admit.
And then he thinks of Crowe again, a woman who'd been nothing but an upstanding soldier, a little sister they'd picked up along the way, not just a casualty, but a victim of vice and anger. Crowe, so young, who had been sent on a fatal mission that meant nothing at all. Crowe, sucked of life and never got a proper burial.
There's everyone before her too, and everyone after, and it's all of the Kingsglaive being put to death by all sides.]
(Where are you?)
[It's the most he can string together, trying to keep himself controlled when the grief he couldn't even fully address threatens to choke him.]
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And then he thinks of Crowe again, a woman who'd been nothing but an upstanding soldier, a little sister they'd picked up along the way, not just a casualty, but a victim of vice and anger. Crowe, so young, who had been sent on a fatal mission that meant nothing at all. Crowe, sucked of life and never got a proper burial.
There's everyone before her too, and everyone after, and it's all of the Kingsglaive being put to death by all sides.]
( Where are you? )
[It's the most he can string together, trying to keep himself controlled when the grief he couldn't even fully address threatens to choke him.]