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[squanderlust]

This is Severa. If you have need of me, write me a message here. I'll respond when I can.

Comments

[poisoninmypocket]

Severa,

I will not fight battles of grief with you. We will both be losers at the end of it. I will simply continue to say I'm sorry for upsetting you further and hope there is something more that you can find with the people you consider close to you. I will not call on you again unless you contact me first.

Best,
Monty

[squanderlust]

You approached me with no regard for my own emotions solely to tell me the grief you feel over the people no longer with you. If you truly cared about me, rather than about making me feel sympathy for you, you would have been there at my side to offer me condolences, to speak to me, to hold me.

You started a battle of grief with me. I suppose we can add this to the scant pile of things you've lost.

[poisoninmypocket]

Goodnight, Severa, and be as well as you can be in this trying hour.

[That's his only reply. He's too frustrated with her. What had his first words been? To tell her sorry, to ask if she would be all right, to explain. She's beyond reasoning right now, and he's not going to throw himself against that wall when all she's going to do is keep hurting him when he tries to make amends.]