"But that does not make the loss any easier to bear."
The Fool's empathy is... not unwanted. Unexpected, and perhaps undeserved. It is curious, to see their pain so clearly reflected; there are few people old enough to understand the kind of loss that haunts the elder gems' memories, and fewer still who have experienced it. Perhaps it's wishful thinking, but in the Fool's expression, it is almost as though he is both. It takes every fiber of Rutile's will to resist the urge to lean in to that kindness.
They fail.
"It does not," Rutile agrees, and it is here that the lack of sunlight makes itself known. Their limbs are suddenly much heavier than before, and their heart's desire is truly just to get some sleep. "I have been surrounded by loss ever since I can remember - I thought I was accustomed to it by now. Even the idea of coming here did not phase me, since my world is hardly any different. But there are some losses, I suppose, that you can never be numb to.
"I'm sorry," they apologize again - more frustrated with themselves than anything else. "It is childish of me to confide in you so; my burden is hardly yours to bear, and you've been so kind already."
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The Fool's empathy is... not unwanted. Unexpected, and perhaps undeserved. It is curious, to see their pain so clearly reflected; there are few people old enough to understand the kind of loss that haunts the elder gems' memories, and fewer still who have experienced it. Perhaps it's wishful thinking, but in the Fool's expression, it is almost as though he is both. It takes every fiber of Rutile's will to resist the urge to lean in to that kindness.
They fail.
"It does not," Rutile agrees, and it is here that the lack of sunlight makes itself known. Their limbs are suddenly much heavier than before, and their heart's desire is truly just to get some sleep. "I have been surrounded by loss ever since I can remember - I thought I was accustomed to it by now. Even the idea of coming here did not phase me, since my world is hardly any different. But there are some losses, I suppose, that you can never be numb to.
"I'm sorry," they apologize again - more frustrated with themselves than anything else. "It is childish of me to confide in you so; my burden is hardly yours to bear, and you've been so kind already."