The hearts of people are deep, but even knowing so, the pain that stings into our own can't be lessened so easily. While you may do your best to understand the intentions of those around you, to understand their own will and heart, there may be times when your pain can't be soothed. There may be tragedy.

( Kokomi can't imagine what this stranger must have on his mind, to be feeling the melancholic effects of this play. But she knows what she had felt, previously, and she knows what the play has shown, again and again, no matter how strangely different in small, undistinguishable ways. )

Betrayal of that level... Whether those Rulers did unthinkable things before this play, or they were purely innocent and good, there was a moment in the eyes of those who betrayed where they thought "I have no other choice."

I imagine that a moment like that must be just as lonely as the Ruler's last.

( She lowers her journal, finally, and reaches out with her free hand. Gloved fingers delicately press to his back, and then her palm flattens. A simple action of contact, a touch between strangers that she hopes is comforting more than it is strange or unwanted. )

Mmm... I believe that's what upsets me the most. That two people could be so alone while connected so thoroughly. That there was no conversation, but action made on thoughts kept quiet. Assumptions, to be certain.

I... hope I have not said too much. When I noticed you here, I felt that you may also be feeling a type of loneliness, so I thought I'd reach out.