[She can tell when he speeds up that this is rapidly getting to be too much for him... and it's not difficult to see why.]
[Even through his shaky words alone, the mental image of the people she's lived with and loved for so many years now, tearing each other to pieces at the behest of that... monster, makes her stomach twist into knots. It's bad to hear. Worse to imagine.]
[And when he gets to the part about the kid's arm and leg, she swallows the lump in her throat. For a minute there she'd been wondering if Envy was going to tell her that he tore them off himself. It's something of a relief to hear that he didn't, but the anguish in his voice when he recounts the incident makes it pretty obvious that he's blaming himself for it anyway.]
... Envy...
[Not knowing what else to do, she rubs his back with the hand that was already resting there.]
I'm... obviously not going to say that you hurting that kid was okay, or... not your fault somehow. I doubt that's what you wanna hear from me, either.
But... jesus, what that bitch had you all doing to each other...
[Saying out loud that Envy had been nothing but a tool to be wielded would be discounting his role in the matter in a way that feels kind of insensitive, given how broken up he is about all this... and it's not like reassuring herself of the bitter truth that Dahlia Gillespie's crusty, rotten hands were the ones holding the puppet strings even seventeen years after her death had ever dulled the equally-bitter truth that Claudia had made her own decisions, however misguided.]
[But god. It was still so fucking unfair.]
You said you talked to him... what did he say about it?
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[Even through his shaky words alone, the mental image of the people she's lived with and loved for so many years now, tearing each other to pieces at the behest of that... monster, makes her stomach twist into knots. It's bad to hear. Worse to imagine.]
[And when he gets to the part about the kid's arm and leg, she swallows the lump in her throat. For a minute there she'd been wondering if Envy was going to tell her that he tore them off himself. It's something of a relief to hear that he didn't, but the anguish in his voice when he recounts the incident makes it pretty obvious that he's blaming himself for it anyway.]
... Envy...
[Not knowing what else to do, she rubs his back with the hand that was already resting there.]
I'm... obviously not going to say that you hurting that kid was okay, or... not your fault somehow. I doubt that's what you wanna hear from me, either.
But... jesus, what that bitch had you all doing to each other...
[Saying out loud that Envy had been nothing but a tool to be wielded would be discounting his role in the matter in a way that feels kind of insensitive, given how broken up he is about all this... and it's not like reassuring herself of the bitter truth that Dahlia Gillespie's crusty, rotten hands were the ones holding the puppet strings even seventeen years after her death had ever dulled the equally-bitter truth that Claudia had made her own decisions, however misguided.]
[But god. It was still so fucking unfair.]
You said you talked to him... what did he say about it?