[ A few moments of silence passes as Rem casts her gaze down, a hand lifting to her chest. She curls her fingers against the clasp of her cloak, closing her eyes.
How many times has she been cautioned by others to temper her hope? Countless. But this possibility of receiving help-- of finding something she can use-- instills warmth within her chest, fragile, precarious, but present in a way it hadn't been there before, replacing the feeling of glass that comes with breathing. ]
It's incredible that you have that power, regardless. I can't even fathom-- ah.
[ She needs to live. She needs to become stronger, and to do that, she needs something that can house souls-- ]
Even if you don't regain it, Emet-Selch... still, thank you. Thank you for offering. [ SHE'S GETTING EMOTIONAL. She's so touched! And she doesn't want to embarrass herself in front of him, so she simply keeps her head bowed. ]
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How many times has she been cautioned by others to temper her hope? Countless. But this possibility of receiving help-- of finding something she can use-- instills warmth within her chest, fragile, precarious, but present in a way it hadn't been there before, replacing the feeling of glass that comes with breathing. ]
It's incredible that you have that power, regardless. I can't even fathom-- ah.
[ She needs to live. She needs to become stronger, and to do that, she needs something that can house souls-- ]
Even if you don't regain it, Emet-Selch... still, thank you. Thank you for offering. [ SHE'S GETTING EMOTIONAL. She's so touched! And she doesn't want to embarrass herself in front of him, so she simply keeps her head bowed. ]