[ sam nods in agreement with ciri, appreciative that she doesn't make him say it. that he doesn't need to. they have no idea about a lot of this place, no concept of the actual lengths the singularity might go to. but sam - much like ciri - is making a decision to believe. making a decision that when they disappear, they do go home. he doesn't know what else there is to it, doesn't know what more there could be, but. it's better than any alternative.
ciri drains her drink, and sam glances over in her direction. waiting to see if she'll ask for another. waiting to see if she has anything more she wants to say. when she slams the cup down, sam doesn't flinch, just ends up watching. waiting. figuring out the shape and size of his own grief, tucked somewhere in all of it. ]
Ah- yeah. Thanks again for coming by. [ he should say something. should offer something. he knows ciri is hurting and knows that whatever this is is shared. but even then, he's not entirely sure what to say. ] You gonna be okay?
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ciri drains her drink, and sam glances over in her direction. waiting to see if she'll ask for another. waiting to see if she has anything more she wants to say. when she slams the cup down, sam doesn't flinch, just ends up watching. waiting. figuring out the shape and size of his own grief, tucked somewhere in all of it. ]
Ah- yeah. Thanks again for coming by. [ he should say something. should offer something. he knows ciri is hurting and knows that whatever this is is shared. but even then, he's not entirely sure what to say. ] You gonna be okay?