( She seems deep in thought even as she accepts the handkerchief. Her gloved fingers run carefully over the embroidery, taking it in before she moves it to her eyes to dab away her tears. They continue coming, despite that, but it helps.
It also helps to know that this man, as serious as he seems, has also shed tears. A soft laugh, short and strained, escapes her lips, and she sniffles a little afterwards. )
I'll have to write that down. ( Later, when she's done weeping. )
Thank you, sir, for your kindness... I feel like watching the Ruler be slain yet again will be a painful stab to my heart, but I can't turn away. ( It hurts even now, even still, throbbing in her chest. His death, again and again. Or even a different King's death, and another, and another... It's unfair. It's cruel. It's sad. When all she ever wanted was the happiness of everyone, it also feels... personal, now.
It's not that she hadn't already thought of that, but this "melancholy effect" forces such thoughts to the forefront of her mind, bright and blinding, impossible to ignore. It stabs through her like hundreds of knives, and she feels responsible. She feels like if she can endure this, then maybe she can understand a fraction of the suffering of this King. Or Kings. )
When I noticed that it felt as though it was changing, I made certain to bring my journal the next day. However... my notes have provided no extra clarity on the matter. I can't seem to make sense of it. ( sniff. ) I'd be happy to share notes to better come to an understanding of this phenomenon, however.
Tell me, if you don't mind... Did those tears come from a place within you? Or were they too foreign to comprehend? Even now, I understand why I'm crying, even if I hadn't intended to.
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( She seems deep in thought even as she accepts the handkerchief. Her gloved fingers run carefully over the embroidery, taking it in before she moves it to her eyes to dab away her tears. They continue coming, despite that, but it helps.
It also helps to know that this man, as serious as he seems, has also shed tears. A soft laugh, short and strained, escapes her lips, and she sniffles a little afterwards. )
I'll have to write that down. ( Later, when she's done weeping. )
Thank you, sir, for your kindness... I feel like watching the Ruler be slain yet again will be a painful stab to my heart, but I can't turn away. ( It hurts even now, even still, throbbing in her chest. His death, again and again. Or even a different King's death, and another, and another... It's unfair. It's cruel. It's sad. When all she ever wanted was the happiness of everyone, it also feels... personal, now.
It's not that she hadn't already thought of that, but this "melancholy effect" forces such thoughts to the forefront of her mind, bright and blinding, impossible to ignore. It stabs through her like hundreds of knives, and she feels responsible. She feels like if she can endure this, then maybe she can understand a fraction of the suffering of this King. Or Kings. )
When I noticed that it felt as though it was changing, I made certain to bring my journal the next day. However... my notes have provided no extra clarity on the matter. I can't seem to make sense of it. ( sniff. ) I'd be happy to share notes to better come to an understanding of this phenomenon, however.
Tell me, if you don't mind... Did those tears come from a place within you? Or were they too foreign to comprehend? Even now, I understand why I'm crying, even if I hadn't intended to.