[Even if he hadn't said that, the story alone floors Karasu so heavily that she wouldn't even be able to come up with questions. For a moment, she just sits there, trying to comprehend just what she's been told.
Six. Six years old, and he saw that sort of thing. That that sort of thing even happened at all is...
She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it without saying anything. No... he said it himself. He doesn't want sympathy, or pity, and that's all she can think of to offer. For something so horrible... he was right. No one could really understand that sort of pain.
But... it does explain about him. It explains that rage that he could dip into... and that hatred he carried.]
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Six. Six years old, and he saw that sort of thing. That that sort of thing even happened at all is...
She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it without saying anything. No... he said it himself. He doesn't want sympathy, or pity, and that's all she can think of to offer. For something so horrible... he was right. No one could really understand that sort of pain.
But... it does explain about him. It explains that rage that he could dip into... and that hatred he carried.]
I see...
[It's the only words she can offer.]