[He will give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, feeling nothingness is also a feeling in itself. A freezing numbness that eats into your chest, leaving you empty of all emotion save for a dull pain not unalike frostbite.
Pulling himself back up, he watches on impassively as those delicate hands cover her face. He remains silent as she cries, and because he had expected some measure of grief he's better prepared for this outpouring of sorrow. The cold pinches at his skin, but if Empatheias wanted more out of him than it will have to do better than that to catch him off guard again.
The warrior does not know how to comfort; he only kills. So he quietly waits for her to finish, for that is all he can offer from his own steel-clad heart.]
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Pulling himself back up, he watches on impassively as those delicate hands cover her face. He remains silent as she cries, and because he had expected some measure of grief he's better prepared for this outpouring of sorrow. The cold pinches at his skin, but if Empatheias wanted more out of him than it will have to do better than that to catch him off guard again.
The warrior does not know how to comfort; he only kills. So he quietly waits for her to finish, for that is all he can offer from his own steel-clad heart.]